Re: Of Ryncol and Turians 2
anonymous
September 30 2014, 23:02:36 UTC
He eventually found a place down in the wards that wasn’t so uptight it made him feel like he was on a stage. He stomped over to the bar, clambering onto a stool that he was surprised could take his weight. “Ryncol.” He said simply, holding his hand over the table to show about how high he wanted it. The barman nodded, getting a large glass and filling it with the traditional Krogan beverage that doubled as paint stripper and rust remover. He grabbed the drink, throwing back a big hit of it, savoring the burn as he growled softly, resting his head in his free hand. He felt slightly better here, listening to the thumping music from the dance floor and drinking hard, the noise and alcohol helping to purge his mind of things he’d rather not consider
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Re: Of Ryncol and Turians 2
anonymous
September 30 2014, 23:43:39 UTC
Despite some stereotypes, it wasn’t often you saw a drunken Krogan. His race’s bodies simply processed toxins too fast to let them build up to the levels that would lead to complete loss of stability, but after some time drinking Grunt was feeling the effects. Even if Krogan acted up it was in the spirit of the party, not because they’d lost control of their faculties. Turians though, Turians got drunk, he’d seen it. He’d watched an intoxicated Garrus stumbling off the dance floor, half wrapped around the white plated male he’d been dancing with. He’d seen him show up the next day, disheveled and tired looking, with a sappy smile and his breath stinking of alcohol and other, fleshy scents he wasn’t familiar with but could guess easily enough. Turians got very drunk and seemed to enjoy it. For a moment he was weak and wished he could drink all his thoughts and worries away and be happy for a moment. Or if not happy then at least at peace, and free from the images of blue painted Turians that danced before his eyes
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Re: Of Ryncol and Turians 4
anonymous
October 1 2014, 20:13:10 UTC
They sat in only mildly uncomfortable silence for a bit, Grunt content to keep slugging Ryncol while his drinking companion sipped whatever it was he was drinking. The moment stretched until the Turian decided to speak up. “So, is there any specific reason you’re here tonight? I have some experience in these matters and you drink like someone who’s got a problem they don’t want to remember
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Re: Of Ryncol and Turians 4
anonymous
October 19 2014, 07:07:33 UTC
I'd never have thought I'd read a Grunt/Garrus fic. And like it so much! I also really like your wry writing style, it fits the characters and the situation without turning the story into a parody. Thanks for writing this.
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Thanks for writing this.
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