Author's Note: I'm waiting on potential permission to rewrite an unnamed deadfic. In the mean time, I'm going to keep posting one-shots!
One-Shot: The Quarians Are Drug Addicts Too
"Nutra, you know you're a huge hypocrite right?"
"What?" Nutra asked, surprised.
"You're always lecturing me about weed, but quarians are ALWAYS using acid."
She winced.
The accusation was completely true.
Quarians LOVED acid. Its notoriously potent effects on their physiology allowed them to undergo what they called "Return Trips" where they experienced vivid halluciations of Rannoch. It had made the species significantly less productive, but also significantly more happier. And once the Earth Quarians had made contact with the rest of the galaxy, the Citadel Quarians had immediately fallen in love with it as well.
"...yeah, fair, honestly." She laughed. "Both our people have become consumed by drugs since First Contact. Quarians are certainly less efficient than they used to be. But things still get done, and people are really happy. So I think it's fine."
Mark smiled. "I like that philosophy!"
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I'm proud of how 60s I've made this story. Weed and drugs, all day, every day.