Disclaimer: I do not own mass effect or any of its characters. I do own these OCs though.
Really, really sorry for the long wait! I honestly don't have an excuse! Guess I'm just lazy! I also apologize for such a short chapter! But, I assure you, I'll be back on the ball in no time!
Here you go!
Thoughts are in italics and bold.
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Jacob was nervous. This came as a surprise to the young man. He was never nervous about a date! And yet, here he was, sitting at a bar, alone, and in his best clothes, waiting anxiously for an alien girl who made his heart do barrel rolls.
Back on Earth, Jacob usually just threw on a muscle shirt and some jeans and that was that. Tonight was different. Korra deserved something special.
Unless, of course, she preferred muscle shirts.
Damn! Hadn't thought of that!
Jacob was wearing a nice, blue, button-up shirt. The shirt was un-tucked and the sleeves were rolled up slightly, just short of his elbows. He also didn't button the top buttons on his shirt. He wanted to look good, but not too formal. Jacob was also wearing his good jeans. The ones that showed off his sculpted ass.
His hair, despite how short it was, was combed and gelled, but not the point of his hair acting like a mirror.
If Jacob were to describe himself at this moment, he'd say he looked "fucking sexy". The asari in the bar would also agree.
Jacob ignored the leers he was getting and even had to turn down a few propositions. After all, he was here for someone else.
The human felt a tap on his shoulder. He groaned inwardly.
Not another one, Jacob thought, frustrated.
He whirled around, ready to explain, yet again, that he was unavailable. He expected to find another asari maiden hoping to jump his bones. Instead, he found Korra.
"Listen, I'm not – Oh, Hi!" Jacob changed his tone and expression quickly, now sporting what he hoped was a charming smile.
Korra's mandibles flared, Jacob silently hoping it was also a smile.
"Hello, Jacob. Ready for our…, um, what was the word? 'Date'?" Korra chirped, her tone happier than usual.
Jacob tugged at his collar a bit. This didn't go unnoticed by the turian girl. Korra knew this to be a human sign of nervousness.
She made him nervous? Korra didn't know whether this was good or bad.
Jacob cleared his throat, trying to sound more masculine.
"You look nice." Jacob said, gesturing towards his date. He wasn't lying. Korra wore what appeared to be a combination of a dress and a bodysuit, wearing pants and a type of skirt. The outfit was snug to her body and a deep crimson. The color went well with her rich, brown skin. She even looked to have re-did her face-paint. Jacob thought her to be elegant and beautiful, despite her being a turian.
Korra's mandibles clicked excitedly, the turian equivalent of a blush.
"Thank you, Jacob. You don't look that bad yourself." Complimented Korra.
Jacob smirked, purposefully flexing his arms as he crossed them over his chest, something Korra undoubtedly noticed. She drank the sight in, her eyes glazing over.
"I take it that you're ready to go?" Jacob asked.
Korra snapped out of her daze, quickly drawing her eyes from Jacob's arms.
"Yes, you said we were going to the multiplex to catch a vid?"
Jacob nodded, holding out an arm from his side. Korra looked at it, unsure of what to do. She remembered Gus saying something about a "hand-shake", the common human greeting, but the way he described it was different than what Jacob was doing. Humans usually held out their hands, not their entire arms.
Jacob looked confused as well, before realization dawned on him. He brought his palm up to his face, grunting in annoyance.
"That's right!" He exclaimed, "Turians have different customs than humans!"
This intrigued Korra. She always loved to hear more about other species' cultures.
"What kind of customs?" she implored.
Before Jacob could answer, another voice piped up. It was high-pitched, and nasally and was spoken in a hurried tone. Jacob immediately recognized the voice.
Doban walked up to the inter-species couple, a large smile spread across his face. Given how narrow salarian faces were, it was truly a sight to behold.
"Linking arms is a human custom usually in regards to courtship. It shows that a couple is together or currently on "a date". Strange, I know, but also very fascinating. " The salarian explained with great enthusiasm.
Jacob gave Korra nodded in affirmation as he gave a sheepish look. He turned back to Doban.
"Hey, Doban! What are you doing here?" Jacob asked, surprised at the Salarian's sudden appearance.
"Having a few drinks, talking with people." Doban responded, "You?"
"Korra and I were about to leave. I'm taking her on a date." Jacob said, emphasizing the word 'date', hoping Doban would get the message.
Korra wrinkled her brow. She still didn't understand what that word meant. The extranet was no help when it came to translations.
"What does that word mean?" Korra interjected. Both Jacob and Doban turned to the turian woman, giving her confused stares.
"'Date', what does it mean?" She repeated.
Doban smiled at the chance to show off his knowledge.
"A 'date' is a human term for spending time with another person, during which both people take part in various, non-sexual activities and engage in courtship behavior." Doban smiled, pleased with himself, before quickly adding, "Also a type of nut."
Jacob pinched the bridge of his nose, as Doban happily nodded at his "expertise".
Korra was, at first, surprised. But surprise soon turned to excitement. I turned out a "date" was exactly what she wanted.
Korra reached over, gently grabbing Jacob's arm. The human looked up in surprise as the turian girl led him away from Doban and to the door.
"Well… you two have fun! I'll be here!" Doban called out after them.
Soon, the pair was out in the street, under the city's colorful lights. Above them, sky-cars soared through the night sky, accompanied by their signature, eerie wail. It was a beautiful sight, romantic even. It was perfect for the couple's activities.
Korra turned to Jacob, still clinging to his arm.
"Well, Jacob? Shall we begin our 'date'?"
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I know, I know, short as hell, and for that I apologize. More will come in the near future. The same applies to all of my stories, which, by the way, you should totally check out ( ).
Before I go, here me out, regarding ME3.
ANYONE WHO DIDN'T CHOOSE PEACE IN THE GETH-QUARIAN CONFLICT IS A GENOCIDAL MONSTER!
YOU ARE GOING TO A VERY SPECIAL LEVEL OF HELL, RESERVED FOR CHILD MOLESTERS AND PEOPLE WHO TALK AT THE THEATER! THE SPECIAL HELL!
SAME APPLIES TO THOSE WHO SHOT MORDIN IN THE BACK!
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YOU MONSTER!
Anywho, thank you for reading and don't forget to leave a review. I live off those. They pay my rent. Pretty please….?
-Harold
