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“Course you don’t. You and I, we’ve got warrior’s blood running through our veins. We live for the fight.” Wrex could tell from the day he met her. He wouldn’t have been so compelled to join her on her mission to track down Saren if he had thought otherwise. What he didn’t expect, was that Shepard would become the greatest friend and ally he’s had in his life. He shook his head, he must really be getting old to be getting so sentimental. “I’m fighting a different fight now.” He sighed. “Amen to that.” Wrex laughed, amused by her teasing. “I just hope those robes compliment my figure.”
“You’re right, it’s not a race. But if it were, you’d lose plain and simple.” He simply stated before starting to work on his next glass. “I’m just a little disappointed to see you cutting yourself off so soon. Mostly because I want to see you actually get shitfaced for once.” He could understand why she stopped. It wasn’t the best time to get plastered, in the middle of a war with the fate of the galaxy depending on her, but he still wanted to see it anyway.
Wrex turned his body to face Shepard, leaning himself against the counter and using it to support a good chunk of his weight. “Now don’t get me wrong, krogan sex is the best in the galaxy, hands down, but that’s not what I was after.” He took another sip of his drink before continuing, “Before I returned to Tuchanka, I put the thought of having a kid out of my mind. The chances were so slim, I saw no point in even trying. But when I went back and became clan chief, I started to consider it. And I thought, why the hell not, it probably won’t happen but if it doesn’t at least I can’t say that I didn’t try. So I tried, and hard.” He looked down at his drink and shook his head. “I think after this one I’m done too, my lips are getting too loose.”
Warrior’s blood, huh? She repeated the sentiment aloud, her tone thoughtful, considerate. She turned the thought over in her mind, reaching absently for a pack of cigarettes and packing them against the palm of her free hand. He was right, since she’d been young she’d always been angry, always been spoiling for a a fight. She peeled off the plastic wrapping and opened the cardboard, pulling out a pale cylinder and placing it between her lips. Maybe it was the way her parents had died, or what happened with her brother, or maybe it was Akuze. Maybe she was mad at the world, or maybe she just never got over the anger stage in the five stages of grief. Whatever it was, she was grateful the alliance had given her something worth fighting for. “That we do, for better or for worse.” She sighed.
He teased her about the drinking as she lit the cigarette and inhaled, keeping an eye out for the bartender who would, no doubt, disapprove. “Well then, I guess I should be glad it isn’t one.” She gave a soft smile and turned her head to exhale so that she wouldn’t blow smoke in his direction. “Yeah? I’m surprised you haven’t seen me shitfaced before. You should be glad you haven’t, there’s generally a lot of off-key singing and declarations of affection before the whole thing descends into an existential crisis.” She lifted her glass in his direction with a grin at that before taking another sip.
Krogan sex was one thing she hadn’t anticipated discussing, but she supposed most people didn’t exactly plan on having these kinds of conversations. She listened to him speak and the subject brought her mind to a familiarly unpleasant topic. “Don’t you worry– and I mean, there was a time when I thought I’d have a few little blue bundles of joy myself but… I mean, don’t you worry for them? For their future? I don’t want my hypothetical daughter to grow up and have to fight like I did. I don’t know, maybe it’s different for you culturally. You value war. Not to say it doesn’t make one understand what’s truly important in life, because it fucking does. I just… ah, fuck, I don’t know.” She sighed and placed the cigarette back in her mouth.
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Wrex groaned loudly in response to Shepard’s remark, not finding it to be nearly as funny as she did. “That’s not the kind of action I’m talking about and you know it!” He barked out before grabbing his glass and downing it. He slammed the cup down on the counter hard but not hard enough to break it. “I’d be happy if I didn’t see that kind of action again for another millennium. This experience is enough for me seriously consider taking vows of chastity.”
He couldn’t help but be amused that Shepard was already cutting herself off. “You’re already done? Just how small is that liver of yours, Shepard? I’m just getting started!” Wrex exclaimed as he motioned for the bartender to pour him another glass.
It took a moment for him to make the connection between Eve and Bakara in his mind, his thought process already being affected by the alcohol. “A couple? Nah, I think it’s safe to say neither of us are interested in relationships.” Wrex paused and tried to contain his excitement for his next statement, but his smile betrayed him. “We’re expecting, actually.” He looked away and shifted. “As for her feelings about all those women… She’s been edging them on! She thinks it’s funny, probably because before the cure I was the one trying to chase them down.”
The human gave him a sympathetic smile. “I don’t envy you, that’s for certain.” She took a much smaller sip of her own drink and regarded the krogan. She knew what he meant and she understood it on a deeply fundamental level. If she was honest with herself, as horrible as it was to think, if the war ended tomorrow and all the bad guys put down their weapons and marched into jail cells, Shepard honestly wouldn’t know what to do with herself. Fighting the good fight was who she was, it was a huge part of her identity. She couldn’t imagine retiring from it. “Ah, yes. Sister Wrex. In a habit, praying the rosary. It’s a pretty picture, I’ll give you that.” The commander teased.
She gave him a pointed look as the asari came by to give him a refill. “You know that I weigh a hundred and ten pounds and that I got here before you, right?” Shepard raised a single eyebrow at him. “I’m pacing myself. It’s not a race.” She insisted.
Honestly the commander was in agreement with Eve. Relationships were hard, and maybe it was wiser to put the propagation of their race before their personal needs. It occurred to her that they could get lonely, but the thought was immediately erased by the idea that all Wrex here wanted was a night to himself. Ironic, when they first met the krogan had been the one chasing the ladies. Now he knew how they felt. After all, they had met in a strip club. “I see.”
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“More alcohol sounds good.” Wrex kept his head pressed against the counter for a moment longer before he pushed himself back up. “Believe me, Shepard, I wish I could follow you around the galaxy like back in the good old days. Still surprised how you manage without me there as your giant meat shield.” He slowly chuckled at that and then went silent. He allowed himself to reminisce a little. If he hadn’t been a part of Shepard’s crew back then, he’d probably still be another sword for hire while pretending he didn’t care about the fate of his people. How times had changed.
“Sadly my merc days are over. You don’t get to see much action when you’re sitting on the top of the pyramid.” Wrex commented wistfully as he turned his gaze to Shepard.
The commander couldn’t help but laugh at his phrasing. It took her a good moment to recover from her laughter before she could even gather the breath to explain it. “From what I hear, the problem is that all you get is action.” Her remark devolved into a fit of giggling and she shook her head as she looked at her glass. “Ahh, I think I might have had enough, me. But I’ll buy you another round when you’re done, if you like.” She offered. They’d only just gotten their drinks, but she knew she shouldn’t have another after this if she was giggling about sex jokes. Poor Wrex.
"Let me ask you; are you and Eve a couple, or…?“ She let the question trail off. "I mean, how does she feel about the line trailing down your street?” Shepard wondered if she wasn’t jealous, or maybe she was disinterested in mating with Wrex herself. Maybe she had other tastes. “I liked her.” The commander shrugged.
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Relief washed over Wrex as the ice worked its magic. At first it was painful but now there was nothing but sweet sweet numbness. Maybe he should by a cooler and some ice packs before he headed back to Tuchanka. ”You think some assistant is going to help?” He turned to Shepard, shaking his head. “You don’t know what those women are like, Shepard, they’d just run through the poor guy to get to me! They’re not going to wait for some appointment!” Just thinking about all the women that will still be outside his dwelling when he got back was enough for him to crash his head into the counter again. “If it wasn’t the end before, it sure as hell feels like it now.”
"Blimey. Maybe you need a commando unit instead of a P.A.“ Shepard shook her head and held her hand up to order another round of drinks. She cast a sidelong glance at the hunched over krogan while she waited for the asari to bring them each another glass. "Well… I’m afraid all I can offer you is more alcohol. Unless you’d prefer running around the galaxy gathering war assets to em… fathering the new generation?” She wasn’t sure how to phrase the situation without offending him. Shepard knew he couldn’t leave his clan, especially not now that the genophage had been cured. She offered more out of a sense of humor than anything else.
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"That does sound like a terrible problem.“ Shepard seemed to sympathize, wincing as the krogan adjusted himself on the baggie of ice the bartender had brought them. "Have you considered hiring some kind of personal assistant to… schedule out your time in a… more… healthy manner?” This time the commander’s cringing had far more to do with the subject matter than Wrex’s clear physical pain.
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