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Hee hee. I modified 10 a bit to make it more ME-ish.
“And that’s how I ended up standing naked in the Citadel Council chambers on Christmas Eve.”
Zaeed choked on his whisky, while Jack and Jacob doubled over with hysterical laughter. Miranda tried not to look impressed, but the twitch of her lips gave her away. Even Samara chuckled at the tall tale.
Garrus inclined his head at Vee. He didn’t say anything, but she knew what he was thinking. Zaeed’s stories had prompted this ‘tall tale contest’ in the crew lounge. He’d heard all sorts of unbelievable crap coming out of this one, but this one…this one, he could see happening.
“So…” he drawled out the word, “I bet the Council wasn’t too happy.”
Vee grinned. “No, most definitely not. Of course, the most badass Turian in the galaxy comes up with a purple toga and proceeds to drape me in it, just to salvage some sort of modesty.”
“Shepard, I’ve seen pictures of your Earth Romans. Turians don’t wear togas.”
“Work with me here, Garrus. He sticks an olive crown on my head and announces, ‘ALL HAIL THE SUPREME CONQUEROR OF THE GALAXY.”
By this time, her crew was literally rolling on the lounge floor. Miranda finally lost it and was doubled over in laughter. Joker had choked on his drink and Kasumi pounded him on the back. Even Thane leaned back on the couch and chuckled.
“You are the supreme mistress of bullshit,” Zaeed said mockingly. He raised his glass to her, then glanced over at Garrus. “Good luck with her. You’re gonna need it.”
Garrus sighed but wrapped his arms around her. If she’d put up half of her stories on the extranet, they’d make a fortune off the royalties alone.
Now that’s an idea…he thought.