"Have a drink with me!" the Asari slurred at him. Her blue skin tainted with shades of red from the alcohol that the humans had paid and poured for her one after another until she had drank herself short into a bliss heaven. But this starry eyed, young, sapphire alien didn't have eyes for the soft pink flesh of the human boys, no. She had taken one glance at Garrus and decided that she would make him hers.

"I just wanted to get one drink," he murmured under his breath, sipping at his dextro liquor.

"Huh?" she tried to slip her arms under his and pull him closer. Her breath reeked of alcohol as she brought her face closed to his; her icy blue lips inches away from his mouth. "You know… The Asari race can mate with any race," her words clash into each other in a sloppy disarray and she emphasized the words mate and race. Garrus took a step back.

"Sorry, I'm just really not-,"

"I'm super flexible!" she interrupted, off topic. She had to balance herself on the glass bar before she could take a step towards him. "I'm… I'm… I am only maiden…"

"That's very… Uh, good to know but really I'm not interested," he said. She stared at him with half his mouth ajar, he could see the gears in her mind turning and finally click. Suddenly her face changed, a frown appeared on her lips and she stared at him dazed in thought.

"Why are all you Turians such pompous assholes?" She flung her drink around in the air as she spoke and a small anger flashed over him and he pulled away from her. She practically tripped on herself and tumbled to the ground.

"I don't have the slightest idea," he said, taking his drink and moving down to the lower level of the Purgatory club. People were moving, dancing, drink and laughing but honestly Garrus wasn't in the mood for this kind of activity. He just wanted to get a drink and calm his nerves before he had to set out and go home to Palaven. But of course nothing was ever that simple. After destroying the Collector's Base with Shepard, he didn't really imagine going home ever again, or at least, not for a while. He expected to go on more cunning expeditions on the Normandy but when Shepard showed up in the main battery with her soft, short blonde hair frizzed over her face. He could tell something was wrong.

"They are going to attack soon," she said, her superior voice ringing off the metal in the small room. "We're not prepared. They have better weapons, better technology. They will indoctrinate everyone and turn us against our own."

"The Reapers?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, I mean you saw that base, what those collectors were doing; using people to create that monster. I can't image what else the Reapers have in store for us, what else they have hiding up their sleeves. The Proteans didn't even stand a chance and they have far more advancements in weaponry, ships, and technology than us…" She didn't speak for a moment, almost lost in her own thoughts but then," That's why I'm asking you to go home, Garrus. I'm sending everyone home. We have to warn them, tell them the truth. We have to tell them what we've seen and tell them to prepare." She looked so dazed when she said it that he almost thought she was kidding but then he remembered that Shepard rarely kid about anything and when she did, she sucked at it.

"The council didn't listen to us last time and that was when Sovereign showed up at the Ciditel's door," he told her, his flanging accent echoed into silence as she didn't say anything for a while. The whirling electronics of the guns acted like a white noise and he just stood there and stared at Shepard. She was bent over at the terminal, gazing down at her Alliance boots as her hair draped over her face. She was in the normal uniform, in the usual clothes but today there was something different. Even for a human, it was hard to deny her beauty but he didn't dare say anything. He had tried to comfort her once, even tried to hint at his affection towards her, and one time he came out as blunt as a Turian could get but she made it firm that she had eyes for someone else and that was okay with him. But even still there was no refuting the difference in her eyes today. There was something really bothering her and after all the time with her, Garrus could practically read it off her face.

"If you really think it that this will help, I'll go," he said finally.

"It's not that I really think, it's that I really hope," she said finally looking up at him. "This isn't just some war for humans or for Turians. It's war for the whole galaxy and if everyone doesn't put their best hand in, we will end up like the Proteans or worse," that was where she left him and how he ended up on the Citadel with an Asari chasing him around Purgatory.

He took another sip of his glass and sighed. It wasn't that he didn't want to go home. He missed Palaven and being surrounded by his kind but there was another concern lingering in his mind; his father. It had been some time since the last time he had seen him, what would he say? How would he explain it all? He took the last gulp of the drink and started to head out. There was only one way to find out.

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