FFXII/Mass Effect Fic (yes, really)
Apr. 4th, 2016 05:27 pmTitle: Another Round
Fandom: Mass Effect/Final Fantasy XII
Rating: Teen
Wordcount: 1142
Characters: Garrus/Balthier
Spoilers: Implied, for Garrus's recruitment mission in ME2
Notes: Written for the 2016 Final Fantasy Kiss Battle, to a prompt by![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lassarina. This is justira's fault, entirely. My first time writing any sort of ME fic at all, so be gentle.
Also on AO3.
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Garrus flipped a credit chit at the bartender. "Another," he said.
The asari shot him a hard glare. "Haven't you had enough already?" In answer, Garrus glared back, and the asari picked up the chit with a heavy sigh. "Fine." She tapped the chit to the reader, then frowned. "Huh."
"What?" Garrus drained the dregs of his drink and pushed the glass to the side. "Something wrong?"
"It's been declined," the bartender said.
Garrus clicked his mandibles in irritation. "That can't be right," he said. "Try it again."
The bartender crossed her arms. "It won't work," she snapped. "Besides, like I said, you've had enough."
"Fine," Garrus rumbled. "I'm sure another bar on Omega would be happy to take my money."
"Be my guest." The bartender tossed the chit at his face, but before it could hit him, a hand snatched it neatly out of the air.
Garrus turned; the hand belonged to the human man sitting next to him at the bar. The man studied the chit, pushed it toward Garrus, and then pulled another out of his vest pocket. "Let me cover it," he said.
The asari looked at him, glanced at Garrus, then turned back to the man. "You sure?"
The man shrugged. "Why not? I hate to see a good fellow go begging for a drink. And I'll take another of these" -- he tilted his own empty glass in her direction -- "as long as you're at it."
"He's not exactly begging," the bartender grumbled, but she took the proffered chit and verified it before pouring the two drinks and handing them over. Then she slid around to the other side of the bar, as though to avoid any further conversation, not giving them another look.
( Garrus turned toward his seatmate, who he thought might provide better company. )
Fandom: Mass Effect/Final Fantasy XII
Rating: Teen
Wordcount: 1142
Characters: Garrus/Balthier
Spoilers: Implied, for Garrus's recruitment mission in ME2
Notes: Written for the 2016 Final Fantasy Kiss Battle, to a prompt by
lassarina. This is justira's fault, entirely. My first time writing any sort of ME fic at all, so be gentle.Also on AO3.
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Garrus flipped a credit chit at the bartender. "Another," he said.
The asari shot him a hard glare. "Haven't you had enough already?" In answer, Garrus glared back, and the asari picked up the chit with a heavy sigh. "Fine." She tapped the chit to the reader, then frowned. "Huh."
"What?" Garrus drained the dregs of his drink and pushed the glass to the side. "Something wrong?"
"It's been declined," the bartender said.
Garrus clicked his mandibles in irritation. "That can't be right," he said. "Try it again."
The bartender crossed her arms. "It won't work," she snapped. "Besides, like I said, you've had enough."
"Fine," Garrus rumbled. "I'm sure another bar on Omega would be happy to take my money."
"Be my guest." The bartender tossed the chit at his face, but before it could hit him, a hand snatched it neatly out of the air.
Garrus turned; the hand belonged to the human man sitting next to him at the bar. The man studied the chit, pushed it toward Garrus, and then pulled another out of his vest pocket. "Let me cover it," he said.
The asari looked at him, glanced at Garrus, then turned back to the man. "You sure?"
The man shrugged. "Why not? I hate to see a good fellow go begging for a drink. And I'll take another of these" -- he tilted his own empty glass in her direction -- "as long as you're at it."
"He's not exactly begging," the bartender grumbled, but she took the proffered chit and verified it before pouring the two drinks and handing them over. Then she slid around to the other side of the bar, as though to avoid any further conversation, not giving them another look.
( Garrus turned toward his seatmate, who he thought might provide better company. )
