Prompt: In Your Underwear?

"So there I was with this team of three losers and a turian that was greener than the warts on a krogan's arse. I shit you not."

Kasumi cocked her head to the side as she leaned against the bar, nimble fingers wrapped around her cocktail.

"In your underwear?" Kelly asked, playing with the little paper umbrella in hers. She stabbed at the asari fruit floating in the lavender and yellow drink.

Zaeed nodded, looked none-too-pleased to be interrupted. "I'm getting to that part," he told her, tossed back his drink. "I was the only one willing to go through the duct system to get the little bastard out. The turian was claustrophobic and the three shitheads with me were so terrified of the runt they wouldn't go near the ductwork." He shook his head, eying the two ladies at the bar in turn. "Had to rub down in gun grease in order to fit. Goddamn shit made my pores itch."