Juxtaposed Revisions Snippet

She hums when he gives her a nod in the affirmative before asking, “So, ‘s the saying true for turians?”

Confused, he turns to her and sees facing the shelves of bottles behind the bar. He does manage to catch her giving a sidelong glance instead, the corner of her mouth rising when their eyes meet.

“Saying?” He falters, apprehensive at what she’s leading him into. Even under the influence of some strong asari drinks, she’s still able to make him stumble. She’s just still too comfortable with teasing him despite her state, and while not necessarily a bad thing, he knows he needs to stay alert and prepared for one of her flirtatious jokes. He can’t just let her catch him off guard and has to keep things interesting between the two of them.

“You know,” she says, gesturing with her hand at nothing in particular. “Wha’ they all say ‘bout a guy with a long fringe.” Her impersonation of a turian voice, though lacking the flanging subharmonics or actual use of his language, impresses him. Instead of overtly racist out of either ignorance or purpose, she sounds like she’s legitimately trying. Even if he has no clue what she’s talking about, or even if she knows what she’s talking about.

“Ugh, damn it Garrush!” She throws her arms up, which causes her balance to shift again. Again, he catches her before she manages to fall onto the dirty club floor and steadies her. “You’re hopelesses! You sers’iously need to learn human terms or you aren’t getting anywhere at C-Sexes.”

He shakes his head, chuckling softly.

Just as well I probably don’t know ‘what they say about a guy with a long fringe.’

“I don’t think that I’d lose my chances for promotion because I can’t understand the human need not to speak clearly and merely say what you mean.”

She smiles that sly smirk again “Tha’s where you are sorely mistaken, my friend,” she says, but doesn’t get a chance to elaborate as the sound of her omni-tool alarm sounds.

You guys getting tired of them yet? XD