By the time Garrus showed up, Shepard was ready to actually hit the dance floor, which she only did when she didn't care, or was really drunk. Maybe today was a little of both.

She had been spending the past several minutes staring into her latest empty cup, watching the remaining drops of liquid slide around the bottom as she turned it this way and that. It was fascinating, and honestly she was glad Garrus had come to see her rather than Mordin. He'd just give her a talk on viscosity or something.

"Sure, why not? Have a seat." Seeing him in something other than his armor was weird, and made her think about the times he had dressed up for her on their dates, but whatever. "They have the good stuff. Better than a vigilante's salary could buy."