Becoming Turian

Chapter 1

I got the prompt for this story from the Mas Effect kink meme. It was on page 3 and I just couldn't turn the story down. Look for fem!Shep/Garrus- how to be turian

She could already hear the loud pounding music before she walked into the club and when those large grey doors slid open, she could feel it. She could feel the excitement, happiness, and sorrow, all of which came from winning the war. The club reeked of sweat and hard alcohol and another putrid smell that she couldn't quite put her finger on. This was the most lively she'd ever seen this place and she was happy to say that the primary reason was because of her.

She spotted her crew (or what was left of it) out on the dance floor. Most of them were already as drunk as they possibly could be just because the Reaper threat was over. They mingled more than what she was used to seeing, now that the risk of them dying on the Normandy was slightly slimmed, she supposed they would have time to make friends or find love. She wondered if she had time for that.

Garrus waved her over from the bar, where he sat next to Tali. She loved seeing that quarian drunk, it made her smile.

"So, you come here often?" he leaned onto the side of the bar, trying to make himself look as cool as possible. She never really paid attention to his flirting, he did it so often that she never took him serious about it. It was pretty lame anyways.

"Oh ya know, in between saving the galaxy and trying to convince a dumb council, I like to come here to relax," she slid onto the barstool and smirked. Often times she believed that it was best to play along with it.

He raised his glass to the air, "I can drink to that!"

"Aye, hit me with something hard!" she slammed the palm of her hand against the metal of the bar to gain the Turian bartender's attention. He didn't seem quite phased by her rudeness, in fact he seemed rather happy that she decided to choose him to make the drink instead of anyone else.

"Anything for The Saviour of the Galaxy. Let me whip you up something special," she watched as he began to make her drink. It was almost like he was putting on a performance for her, with how he tossed the bottles in the air and caught them behind his back with ease.

"Bravo!" she cheered while clapping.

He slid the drink across the bar to her, a smirk of accomplishment on his face, "If this doesn't knock you onto that pretty little ass of yours then I don't know what will."

Shepard looked down at the brownish-green drink that sat in front of her. When she pressed it up to her lips she could feel the strong smell of it burning into her nostrils. She tipped her head back and let it slide down her throat. It wasn't a smooth run though, she nearly coughed it back up from the burning sensation.

"Hit me with another" she slurred. He was right, it did hit hard, and before she even knew what was happening, she could feel the room beginning to turn.

"Tough crowd, eh?"

He gave her drink after drink. They were all different in some way whether it was taste, smell, color, or how hard it hit her, none were identical. They were all free which meant that she didn't have to hold back, which was amazing news for her. She needed a way to make this day even better.

Before she knew what was happening she was out on the crowded dance floor. She was with someone, but she didn't know who. He had his hands wrapped around her waist and they danced slowly to the fast paced beat. He would occasionally lean down and whisper things into her ear. His voice was deep, intoxicating, it made her knees wobble slightly, even if she couldn't exactly understand what he was saying.

The colors from the flashing lights began to contrast together. The music seemed to be getting louder and louder every second. She could barely keep herself up, if it weren't for the large male behind her, she would've long since fallen.