[Shepard doesn't even have the presence of mind to move as he shoves the blanket on her. She just...stares at him like she's hoping he'll vanish or her vision will clear after a moment. When it doesn't, her expression shifts quickly through confusion, something distantly akin to embarrassment, and then resignation.]
I knew that last drink was one too many.
[Shepard just scrubs her hand over her face and drops back down against him. Why the hell not?]
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I knew that last drink was one too many.
[Shepard just scrubs her hand over her face and drops back down against him. Why the hell not?]