Book 3, Chapter 9 - Tiny Dancer
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Breakfast was interesting the next morning. I wandered in, whistling a tune as I headed to the counter, grabbing a plate, piling up bacon, eggs, toast, baked beans, making sure I had a coffee. Taking a seat at my usual table, I looked around to see some very hungover women, and most of them couldn't meet my eyes, more than one pair of cheeks colouring quite brightly.
"Are we well, girls?" I asked. I received more than one groan in reply at my cheerful demeanour. Kelly was awake but taking her time heading downstairs. "Any of you capable of doing anything today?" More groans. "Well, good thing we've got at least another twenty-four hours here. Maybe take it easy on the drinking today?"
"I think just sniffing alcohol will make me hurl," Jack muttered.
"I remember most of what happened, and I'm still not sure if I should be embarrassed by any of it or not," Miranda muttered.
"Well, I had a very pleasant evening, for the most part," Samantha said, "Vega was surprisingly well behaved."
"I was out with my good man, Esteban. Can't go embarrassing him. What's the plan, loco?"
Yes, I'd learned I now had a nickname. Apparently it was something Vega did. I didn't mind, the same rules as being called Shepard nowadays. In front of senior officers and dignitaries, I was 'Commodore' or 'sir'. Any other time, I preferred Shepard. "I have a couple more errands to run today. Two of my ships are in dock with us. The other two ships are on patrol. List as long as my arm of jobs to complete. Guess word has spread about my squadron of ships, now everyone is calling in favours."
I finished breakfast and left the rest to it. I figured most wouldn't be doing much but we were technically on shore leave, so I couldn't really complain. Considering what was happening, I wasn't going to criticise them for letting their hair down and having fun. And from what I'd seen the previous evening, they'd been having a lot of fun.
Heading upstairs, I grabbed what I needed, wandering over to the bed where Kelly was still lying down on her side. Crouching down, she opened her eyes and smiled. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too, but now I wonder what you're after."
She giggled. "Nothing. Just wanted you to know that I do. And thank you for last night." Confusion definitely passed my face. "A lot of us have always wondered if you might not like not being involved at all."
"Kelly, I could see how much fun you were all having. Trust me, it gave me a couple of hours to put my thinking hat on, deal with work shit. Ignoring it even for one day causes it all to pile up. And while I might have been busy, receiving all those pictures and videos made me smile." I leaned forward and kissed her. "Miranda is an arse bandit."
"Did you see the tattoo?"
"I saw something on her lower back. Guess she'll show me later?" She nodded. "Well, I think everyone is now more than aware how much she enjoys anal. How big was that toy?"
"Bigger than your dick, and you have a big dick as it is. Helps that it's part of that strap on we bought, so most of us had a go fucking her with it."
"I noticed. Even Jack?"
"I think she wanted to make Miranda cry. By the end, I think she was impressed with what Miranda could take. That woman sure loves a cock in her arse."
"Glad they're getting on now, at least."
"Definitely respect now, perhaps a slight attraction, but nothing more than that. If you're involved, they'll give each other attention for sure. We like each other, but we all love you." She leaned forward to kiss me again. "I'll get up soon. I doubt much will happen today. How were they at breakfast?"
"Those actually up are barely alive." Kelly almost snorted in humour. "I'll be back later tonight."
I was just about to head out of the airlock when I heard footsteps hurrying behind me, turning to see Liara jogging towards me. I couldn't help grin, immediately having visions of what she'd been up to the previous night. She couldn't help her own smile as no doubt she knew exactly why I was grinning.
"Are you going to visit who I think you are?"
She actually had me confused with that question. She could have literally meant half the Citadel, so she clarified. "Aria, Shepard. I'm aware of what happened to her, or at least the fact she's no longer on Omega."
"Yeah, I got the message and figured I'd at least see what she wanted."
"I'd recommend it, Shepard. Despite what you think of her, she still has tremendous influence."
"Should have known she'd base herself in a club."
"It's open all hours so you can visit her first."
"Hint heard loud and clear, Liara."
She kissed my cheek and headed back towards the elevator. Kasumi had been at breakfast so assumed she was still on board. She had an invite to stay until we departed, left feeling after our conversation the previous night that she'd been left feeling a little lonely after we'd split apart. I had a thought that she might not join up straight away but she would eventually give in. She'd want to be part of the action again.
Finding Aria in a place called the Purgatory Club was rather apt, if I thought about. Our previous interactions had always been professional and somewhat respectful. I'd heard rumours about what had happened to Omega but I guess hearing straight from Aria would help fill in some gaps. Whether I'd been spun bullshit or not was anyone's guess.
As it was still only mid-morning, there wasn't a line to head inside, the bouncer to either side of the door giving me half a salute. They either recognised me or the uniform but said I could head straight in. Despite it being mid-morning, the place was still busy. Revellers on the dance floor. Others at the bar drinking. Plenty of tables and booths were full of people.
Aria had a section of lounges all to herself, flanked by a few batarians. Surprised to see them on the Citadel, in all honesty. Recognised me immediately, nothing but hateful glares received. I made sure I put on my best smirk, as I knew exactly what I was receiving the glares. Did I feel guilt about what happened? I'd have to be a psychopath to say no. I'd killed a lot of people to stop the Reapers.
Would I do it again? In a fucking heartbeat.
Aria met my eyes and gestured with her head to the couch beside her. I sat down and was immediately approached by a nervous waitress. Asking for a coffee, Aria laughed at my selection, asking for some sort of cocktail for herself. She remained silent though I could feel her eyes judging me. She waited until our drinks arrived and I'd taken a sip before she said something.