30 Day Challenge. For 30 days I will attempt to write a drabble on one of 30 pre-chosen words. The list:
beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.
Kaidan sat at the bar in Flux across the table from Shepard, watching as Ashley danced with a private from another ship. They were waiting for the Council to make a decision on the information Shepard had presented them that afternoon, and Kaidan had suggested they have a few drinks while they waited. Knowing the Council would drag their heels until the meeting they had scheduled for the following morning, Shepard had agreed it was a good idea.
“So Lieutenant, you seem to have a pretty good grasp on this situation. What do you think our chances of the Council deciding in our favor are?” she asked him, taking a swig of the fruity green drink Williams had talked her into.
Kaidan just shrugged his shoulders, “Pretty good, I’d guess. They can’t ignore this, or they’d have a PR nightmare on their hands from the human embassy.” He shifted in his seat, enjoying the pleasant buzz he was experiencing. The whiskey he’d ordered had warmed his belly, and he felt more relaxed in Shepard’s presence than he had since she’d boarded the Normandy a few days ago.
Shepard’s hand brushed his on the tabletop, and he sucked in a breath, even with the whiskey swimming in his system, he was still hyper aware of his commanding officer, and the affect she had on him. “Alenko…” she started, running her tongue over her teeth as she considered; “Never mind.”
Kaidan blinked at her, “What?”