Good ol' fashioned krogan hot air

 Alice shook her head again. There had not been one of her crew, new and old that had failed to mention the sushi incident, and the thought continued to make her laugh. “Hey, I never said I wouldn’t! They haven’t asked me!” She countered, continuing to head towards the kitchen. “I’m sure it will be fixed eventually, if it’s that popular, rest assured.”

"'Course they haven't. No one's gonna ask the Commander Shepard, savior of the Citadel and the Galaxy, for money during a reaper invasion especially not while she's saving everyone's asses." Wrex shook his head as he trodded behind her. "It's about doing the right thing. No one should be asking you to, you know, be a decent being." He leaned in and gave Shepard a light playful nudge with his elbow, knowing full well the irony of his words.

"Iᴛ’s ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ Wʀᴇx…Gᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ."

"Feeling's mutual. Glad to see you're still in one piece without me there to pull your ass from the fire."

"Wʀᴇx?"

"Shepard?"

Shep and Wrex playing video games while talking about the woahs of dealing with the most stubborn jackasses in the galaxy, present company not excluded. 

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"Ha. You're making a big mistake here, Shepard, crossing a krogan. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Don’t you fucking leave me here. Ain’t nobody comes up to this room, and you know it. You walk out that door, and I’m fuckin’ trapped. Just take care of me for one day. That’s all I ask, for all the shit I’ve ever done for you. For finding your family’s armor, and dealing with the genophage, and letting you fuck my goddamn ass.”

After adjusting his armor and making sure everything was set in place, he headed for the door, pausing in the door way. He turned his head back toward Shepard. "I warned you about being an ass. Shouting and ordering people around may work for you everywhere else, but being a demanding entitled little shit right now is only working against you."

"…If it was both of our faults, then why the hell am I the only way paying for it?!” In one slow, excruciatingly painful movement, Shepard grabbed onto the headboard and dragged his uncooperative body up into a kneeling position. “I don’t fuckin’ think so. You destroy my goddamn caramel ass, you fuckin’ take responsibility! Now I have to pee, and I don’t see myself getting up and walking to the bathroom any time in the near future.” He threw off the blankets and crossed his arms in a petulant huff. “If you don’t want me pissin’ on your face, you’ll get the hell up and fuckin’ carry me.”

With a thud that shook the room, Wrex hopped off the bed onto his feet. "Word of advice, you want someone to do shit for you? Don't be an ass." As he collected the pieces of armor he shed all around the room last night and put them back on he added, "Have fun wetting the bed." 

Try not to break things too much.”

"Alright, alright, get off my quad. I heard you the first five times."

   ”That’s funny, coming from you.” Shepard responded, still with laughter under her breath. The thought of a krogan being careful was amusing all on its own. “I’m sure those fish are easily replaced. People not so much, but maybe I might just give them some compensation since all of you have made it a point to complain that this place is closed down.”

"What're trying to say, Shepard? Hmm?" Wrex did his best to make sure his tone indicated that he was still joking. Although he often enjoyed making others think they've offended him just to see their reactions, he thought he'd let Shepard off easy tonight. "Wait, you're telling me you wrecked their restaurant so bad they shut down and you didn't even compensate them? I'm shocked, Shepard."

N7 Day on Tuchunka by AndrewRyanArt