Garrus let his eyes wander as he followed Shepard and Grunt into the club, the thud of the bass growing tenfold as the doors parted. Muted lights of blue and pink accented the stages where asari swayed and gyrated before rapt customers.

When Garrus had suggested it on Tuchanka, he never imagined Shepard would actually do it. Then again, he should have at least suspected it.

"Start with asari?" Shepard said to Grunt over the music.

Huffing his namesake, the tank bred replied, "Think they'd endure it? They seem squishy like you, Shepard."

The Commander snickered and provided the credits for the night. Led through the club, Shepard winked at a certain dancer, who in turn swayed her hip and smacked her bare ass in reply.

Had Shepard been here before? Wait. She was smiling.

"We'll have to see when Phera is free."

"Do we really have time for this, Commander?" Garrus leant close, mandibles twitching as another dancer let her hands flit over Shepard's hardsuit.

"Course we do, Garrus." Shepard looked at him with a hardened, devious glint in her eye, "I've got everyone else running errands, and there are minor repairs underway. That brown dwarf did some damage before we could get out of the gravity well."

Sliding into the booth, Shepard patted Grunt's shoulder, "And we're helping the team!"

"Right. Just a team building exercise."

A server came by and slid an iced drink across the table to Shepard as she chuckled, red-glowing eyes on Garrus, "Exactly. Unless you have something against coming here?"

"Not at all."

Things devolved from there, and Garrus couldn't protest anymore, his glass kept full. It was an ale from Palavan that Shepard had selected – a good one. Had he mentioned it before? How did she know? His thoughts were rather hazy by the time he refocused on Shepard doing body shots off their naked dancer. Their booth had been curtained off for privacy, and Garrus was glad to be sitting in the corner – and in his armour.

Look at her mouth, that pink tongue sweeping through to lap the liquor. What was he doing thinking of what else that dextrous mouth might do...

"Garrus!" Shepard laughed and punched his arm. Her cheeks were flushed.

A human should not be doing this to him.

"Hmm?"

"Enjoying the view?"

Garrus cleared his throat and looked away, only causing Grunt to join Shepard laughing. The young krogan had a dancer catering to him, and he'd ended up talking with her about guns as she writhed against his body.

Looking back, Shepard had the back of her hand to her nose, her eyes liquid and glowing. She raised a brow at Garrus as she took another shot, pointing at the shot glass before him with a cigarette in her hand. He smirked and obliged, not to be out done.

God she could pick them as bad as she could good.

Shepard was close to him when he slammed the glass back down, coughing once at the strength.

"I've got something else planned."

"Oh?" was all Garrus could manage, suddenly catching the scent of her skin, the cigarettes she smoked and the twinge of alcohol. There was more, unknowns, primal things that stirred his loins in his armour.

"For our krogan - there's a female here that he's got an appointment with."

"A krogan?" Garrus' voice hitched as Shepard sat shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Yeah. Infertile, but..."

Garrus smirked and inclined his head to Shepard, "He'll enjoy it, I'm sure - look at him with the asari."

Leaning over, Shepard smacked the dancer's ass, and the asari nudged into Grunt more, before glaring a pout at the Commander.

"Take him, now."

"Eh?" The krogan looked at her and Shepard's eyes sparkled as she lifted a drink to him.

"Have fun, kid."