The sound of a gun being fired sent me hurrying to the bar area to find Zaeed crouching behind the back of a couch, Wrex taking cover behind the fire place, and Javik on the far side of the couch. All three had pistols.

"Dancing." Came Javik's voice. "During war time wastes precious energy."

"Can't dance myself. I move like a greased one legged varren. Not a pretty picture." Zaeed grumbled.

I'd pay to see that.

"What's going on over here?" I eyed the line of empty beer bottles wearily.

They popped out of hiding and I almost jumped. I had three guns pointed at me and no gun of my own.

"Shepard!" Wrex was too excited. "Found something to shoot!"

"Yeah, I can see that."

"It's okay. We're all professionals here. Some of us with no deprecation, but it's fine." Zaeed assured me.

Wrex: "Don't worry. This happens at krogan parties all the time."

"And yet I'm still not comforted."

Note to self: Stay away from krogan parties.

"Probably best I walk away now."

"As you wish." I had to admit, it was interesting to see Javik getting along with Wrex and Zaeed.

"I'm going to give Mordin a head's up he might need to patch up one of you idiots." It comes in handy to have your own super smart doctor. Super smart hot doctor.

"Shepard." Glyph flew in my face. "At this moment, Kasumi is digging through your dresser drawers."

It probably should surprise me more than it does. "That woman lives to cause problems." I don't know why she was in my room, but considering who it was, it wasn't good.

I hurried to my room.

"Well, well, well." Kasumi's voice came from my closet.

I cleared my throat leaning on the closet door jab.

"Oh, hey, Shep."

"You're going through my drawers?"

"I go through everyone's drawers." As if it was the most normal thing in the world for someone to do.

"Can't you just mingle and have fun, like a normal person?"

"Why would I want to do that?" She smirked at me. "By the way, you have excellent taste in underwear."

I sighed heavily. "Glad you could make it, Kasumi."

"Thanks. I'm having a really good time."

"By your very strange standards."

"The galaxy wants to know what kind of underwear the great Commander Shepard wears."

"N, no it doesn't."

"Fangirls and fanboys will pay good credits for a pair of your underwear."

"Now you're just making it weird."

"I'm making it weird?" She pulled a photo from one of her many hiding places. It was of Mordin and me in the Tech Lab. I was wearing the outfit Kasumi had given me to wear to Donovan Hock's party and I'd been trying to get Mordin to notice me in it. Epic flirt fail. I'd experienced a lot of those. "Just how many pictures of Mordin do you need and printed copies at that?"

"How many have you found?"

"3."

"That's all there is."

Kasumi used the picture to fan herself. "Nice try. I'm now making it my mission to find every single one."

I can't really stop her and it was pointless to try. "Whatever makes you happy. Just put them back where you found them." I paused. "And don't tell Mordin."

"I make no promises." She turned back to my dresser.

"Ten credits says you don't find all my Mordin pictures."

"You're on."