In every fanfic I've read, Kaidan's mum appears to be this outwardly pushy woman, who is a secret badass. Did I miss something? Here is my contribution. Lacking the badassery, however.
Prompt: Mother-in-Law = Woman Hitler
Disclaimer: If I owned Mass Effect, the effect would be massive.
Bachelorette parties were supposedly fun. They involved lots of alcohol, supposedly, and on the odd occassion, male strippers. Well, not on the odd occassion, and Shepard only ever being to one particular bachelorette party (that swore her off them for the rest of her life), she had little experience in this, and had expected something quite like what she had seen on vids.
Shepard had not been forewarned that they would never end up leaving the restaurant the moment Kaidan's mother arrived.
She forced another smile as the elderly woman fluttered her hands over Jack and her lack of clothing. Hey, they managed to convince her to get in a dress, and Shepard knew that Jack would never, ever touch another dress again, just because of this night.
"Oh, dear. You sure you don't want a jacket? We don't want men looking at you like some dirty whore."
Shepard pressed her hands together, and silently pleaded with Jack to just deal with it.
Miranda wasn't having much luck either, with Mrs. Alenko frowning at her dress and the amount of skin it didn't quite cover. The girl was ... busty. Big deal. Blame her father if it was that much of a problem.
"It doesn't really cover much, does it, dear?"
Kasumi appeared to be the only one with the correct amount of skin showing, and thanked Mrs. Alenko, commenting on the fact that she deeply admired her ring. A stern look from Shepard made sure that ring stayed on Mrs. Alenko's person.
Whilst Miranda, Jack and Kasumi were used to the odd pokes and snide comments about their particular dress, Shepard and Tali were in the deep end. Never having a certain leisure outfit outside of the Alliance, Shepard felt like a small girl in her little black dress. And Tali, with her poor health and lack of knowledge about humans in this particular area, floundered considerably.
When Mrs. Alenko excused herself from the table, the first question on everyone's tongue was "Who invited her?"
Or, the big question, when did she find out?
The women eyed each other suspiciously, considering making a break for it in the mean time. Their opportunity for making a run was diminished, however, when Mrs. Alenko returned, arm-in-arm with a petite, dark-skinned woman.
Shepard narrowed her eyes, recognising the nemesis in an instant. Rahna.
