prompt: Drunk Dial
"There is an inbound communication tagged for Shepard, high priority," EDI announced.
Massani glanced around the darkened CIC. The last 24 hours had been rough on everyone, but it had taken a toll on Shepard in particular. Eventually she'd fallen asleep in the medlab, waiting for Garrus to come out of surgery. She hadn't even woken when Zaeed carried her up to her quarters. Wake her now? Hell no. He had a bit of a soft spot for the commander. She brought out a protective side he hadn't known he had.
Besides, she'd probably shoot him.
"EDI! I'll take the call. Look at me, the team player." He swung his feet up on a chair in the comm room and opened the line with "Massani for Shepard. Explosions, extractions, and light secretarial - Oh, hellllo."
The asari's back was to him; she seemed to be arguing with the FTL operator. When she realized the connection was live her stance became sultry, and she ran one blue hand down her own trim waist. The other held an empty wine glass.
"Shepard," she breathed, starting to turn around, "I'm entirely naked - OH, GODDESS!"
The line went dead.