Ryncol: A Tale of Two Memories
We've all done stupid things while drunk, right? Well I have… and now so too has our lovely, awkward Liara…
Small reference to my other crack fic here, A Toy Story. Read it if you want, but its not detrimental.
Thanks to everyone who's paid attention to this story through favs, reviews, adds, etc. Hope I can live up to your expectations and am always open to suggestions.
Disclaimer, Bioware owns all, etc, I just make them misbehave and drink too much…
Onwards, part 3.
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As Williams choked on her drink Liara was very content, congratulating herself. 'Credits well spent. Well done, T'Soni.'
The Gunnery Chief was choking and coughing uncontrollably. Liara was shocked that no one came to her aid. She had no choice, Ashley's life was now in her hands.
Think, T'Soni. She suddenly remembered a Fornax passage on choking, something about a screwdriver, only the object in question was solid and much more phallic in shape, unlike the glass Ashley's drink was in.
She grabbed the Chief by the shoulders and swung her around to face her. "Hold on, Williams. I'm going to give you the hymen-lick maneuver. Just lay back and pull your pants-" Goddess, how she wished she had read the resuscitation annex as from here in she had no clue what to do, but she had to save her new friend's life. She hoped when the rest of the crew saw what a truly dire situation this was, they would jump in.
Rather than comply, the chief pushed her away and was instantly cured. "What the fuck T'Soni, you on Hallex?"
What in the Goddess is Hallex? This is only more proof you need to spend more time socializing, T'Soni. Start with another shot of your "lip loosener".
"I ahh, no uh I'm only on to F-fornax, Gunnery Chief Williams, but please don't tell anyone. Oh and Ryncol-l. Yes. I-it's delicious." A furious blush crossed her face.
Ashley's look of frustration turned to immediate amusement as she burst out laughing. Oh god, Shepard. I always wondered why I received a gun poorly wrapped in a dildo box… Jesus, oh fuck… "You and Joker should swap some stories." As she walked away Liara could hear more muffled profanities and laughter.
Liara shook her head wondering what she had done wrong. After all, she'd only try to save the Chief's life for Goddess sake. Were all humans so irrational and suicidal?
As she sulked at the bar she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find herself face to face with a young crewman who'd introduced himself as Pt. Severin. As they made eye contact he looked to the floor and began to stammer out: "I w-was wond-dering if you'd uh l-like to dance with… w-with me?"
Fornax Dating Lesson # 8: Dancing and the Importance of Touching. Grind into your partner holding them as close as possible in an attempt to seek further attention from them. (See Annex 47 for popular inter-species 'dance' names).
She thought of the most popular dance name among humans, and decided statistically this one particular one was probably what he was looking for. Yes, she would decline the young soldier's request gently… as she only ever wanted to engage the Commander anyways.
"I'm sorry, Private. I am not in the mood to lap dance, perhaps you can ask Ashley, now that she is feeling better." His eyes widened as he spit out his drink.
"If you're liquor tastes that bad perhaps you should try Ryncol." Very helpful T'Soni, you're sure to make friends now.
Just then the person she'd been hoping to see entered the mess. She wasn't in her usual fatigues, armor or dress blues on occasion. No, Shepard seemed to be sporting a tailor made, very form fitting jet-black suit.
Shepard made her way through the mess saluting and acknowledging everyone who attended their shore leave party. Finally, she reached the bar.
"Hey Liara, having fun?" She said with a smile.
"Oh-h yes Shepard, a-ah I am." She wasn't sure if her cheeks were flush from Shepard's presence or the Ryncol finally hitting her. Goddess, she looks… amazing.
"So did I miss anything?"
Liara decided not to mention the Chief's choking incident as she was sure Ashley did not want her friend to hear about how weakly she held her alcohol, knowing this sort of thing was a great source of embarrassment amongst humans.
"Oh no, n-nothing much happened. I- I am glad you are here." She took a deep breath and smiled.
"So, Doctor, what's your poison?"
"P-poison?" She was suddenly confused as she was sure Shepard would surely not want her to drink arsenic.
"I mean what are you drinking?"
"Oh! Ryncol." She said confidently.
"Ok, so poison it is." Shepard chuckled and ordered two shots.
They both stood at the bar making small talk for quite sometime, and both were intent on gazing at each other's eyes quite profoundly. Shepard had finally almost caught up to the amount Ryncol Liara had drank, much to Wrex's delight.
Shepard finished her drink and leaned in almost making lip contact to Liara's ear. "I was hoping we could dance before the night's end."
Oh Goddess, more dancing… Good thing you researched, T'Soni… Yes Fornax has proven invaluable… Dating Lesson #8, Little Wing. You can move with a Matriarch's grace…
The couple made their way to the dance floor, Liara resting her hands on Shepard's shoulders, and Shepard laying her hands on Liara's hips.
"I've been researching human dances you know, and there was one very popular one I was hoping you could teach me."
Shepard smirked at her dance partner, such a nerd, but adorably so. "And which popular dance would you like me to teach you, Doctor?"
"Oh a little something I came across called the Bed Sheet Tango."
Shepard suddenly dropped her hands from Liara's waist and began to cough…
A/N: Uh oh… Shep's turn for the hymen-lick? Stay tuned :D