Kaidan Alenko (
not_a_whiner) wrote in
fandomtownies2013-02-02 01:42 pm
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The Perk, Saturday Morning
"Oh, come on, LC."
"I'm not doing this again," Kaidan said firmly. "We pissed off the staff at the steakhouse enough last night."
"Seriously?" Ashley said, leaning forward over her cup of coffee. "Is that what this is about? Stop being such a stick in the mud. I'm the one that's supposed to be hungover right now, and yet I feel like singing!"
Kaidan lifted his own cup and took a long sip of it. "I never should have taught you this song," he said. "Just forget I told you about it in the first place. I'm begging you. On behalf of the barista."
"From Omega to Mars..."
"Ash, come on--"
"From the Council to the seediest bars..."
Kaidan groaned.
"From the reaches of space to the pillars of asari grace," Ashley continued doggedly, grinning all the while. She didn't care that her coffee was cooling or that last night's tequila was this morning's headache blossoming at the back of her skull. She was too giddy with the joy of being alive again, just for a little while. "There are battle-worn batarians, lacking in humility... come on, you know how this goes, LC! Turians a-braggin' about their reach and flexibility... At least smile or something! The clutter of the cities spreads to the loneliest stars... Come on. Live a little!"
Kaidan eyed her over the edge of his cup. Now it was getting stuck in his head again, damn it all.
"But no matter what scars you bear--"
He caved.
"Whatever uniform you wear!" he belted.
"You can fight like a krogan," she shot back, grinning.
"Run like a leopard," he supplied, shaking his head,
"But you'll never be better than Commander Shepard!" they chorused.
"Next verse is yours, sir!"
[[ open! because the commander shepard song is the world's most terrible earworm. ]]
"I'm not doing this again," Kaidan said firmly. "We pissed off the staff at the steakhouse enough last night."
"Seriously?" Ashley said, leaning forward over her cup of coffee. "Is that what this is about? Stop being such a stick in the mud. I'm the one that's supposed to be hungover right now, and yet I feel like singing!"
Kaidan lifted his own cup and took a long sip of it. "I never should have taught you this song," he said. "Just forget I told you about it in the first place. I'm begging you. On behalf of the barista."
"From Omega to Mars..."
"Ash, come on--"
"From the Council to the seediest bars..."
Kaidan groaned.
"From the reaches of space to the pillars of asari grace," Ashley continued doggedly, grinning all the while. She didn't care that her coffee was cooling or that last night's tequila was this morning's headache blossoming at the back of her skull. She was too giddy with the joy of being alive again, just for a little while. "There are battle-worn batarians, lacking in humility... come on, you know how this goes, LC! Turians a-braggin' about their reach and flexibility... At least smile or something! The clutter of the cities spreads to the loneliest stars... Come on. Live a little!"
Kaidan eyed her over the edge of his cup. Now it was getting stuck in his head again, damn it all.
"But no matter what scars you bear--"
He caved.
"Whatever uniform you wear!" he belted.
"You can fight like a krogan," she shot back, grinning.
"Run like a leopard," he supplied, shaking his head,
"But you'll never be better than Commander Shepard!" they chorused.
"Next verse is yours, sir!"
[[ open! because the commander shepard song is the world's most terrible earworm. ]]

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The poor barista had Emma's order ready almost the moment they had crossed the threshold, but she held up a finger before she could get rung-up. "Go ahead, my treat."
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She didn't say anything immediately, of course. Emma didn't have her caffeine yet, but once she did...
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Emma had stood there for the funeral. She'd seen her roommate dead and buried while the other girls had hysterics, and this was not happening.
So she waited until Christian got up for seconds - and, okay, to flirt with the boy behind the counter - before she went over to the other table. "So, did they manage to jump-start you, or is this just a social call?"
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"Social call, I suppose." She shrugged a bit helplessly. "You know how Fandom can be."
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Hi, I'm back from the dead was kind of a weird message to send.
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She'd had to drag him out of Devil's Nest once he'd spotted Eric.
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She grinned suddenly. "Well, if he is anything like you, I can only imagine how much fun you've had trying to be responsible for him this weekend."
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She cocked her head slightly to one side. "I'm guessing that the two of you had a lot to catch up on." Siblings and all.
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Kaidan gave Emma a wave - just a brief indication of his existence, really - in lieu of picking up the next verse.
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... Another blonde kid. Of course.
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Date or dead person? Knowing Kaidan, the odds of it being a date were, oh, none, but she wasn't going to wander over with her brother in-tow without an invite.
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He was not always the sharpest crayon in the box, but he could read certain looks just fine. Ashley Williams. Yes, she was dead. And yes, he'd appreciate it if Emma came over and got him out of spending more time torturing the barista with his singing voice.
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"I'd say it was shocking you were out of the house and not off shooting at things out of that Blasto movie, but this weekend is full of surprises," she said brightly. "Kaidan, this is my brother, Christian, of the formerly-soon-to-be-again deceased. Christian, this is Lieutenant Commander Kaidan Alenko, my former housemate."
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Thank you, Emma.
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Attempting being the operative word.
"But thanks," he added. "Pretty sure it's not the powers, but... who knows."
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Sorry, Kaidan.
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"Verbally, I think he tends to just hope I pick on Jack while he escapes."
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He didn't for a minute believe that she would.
"And hey. I can fend for myself." Weak, Alenko. Weak.
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"Personally, I vote for the cabal of evil, and I'll console your LT."
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She'd happily ignore that Hey! that came drifting her way from across the table.
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Or lack thereof. Extreme lack thereof. Survivor's guilt was a real killer.
"How's the past couple of days been?"
Worst segue ever.