Rating: G
Disclaimer: Nobody's mine
Prompt: Under the radar
Set during ME3
Sigh
The club isn't really classy. The music is too loud, lights are too bright. Shepard can feel the basses make the ground tremble under his feet as he walk to the booth where the others are seating, empty bottles already piling on the table. James hit his shoulder playfully as he passes next to him on his way to the bar, providing him a brief report of what they did until now.
Booze, flirting, dancing.
Most of all, no fights with anyone. Yet.
But he can see the three batarians coming to him, cracking their knuckles, all menacing. He sighs.