Despite the move, a new Shepard has appeared. This week, he started mumbling into my ear...
Sebastien Shepard Earthborn/Ruthless/Vanguard
Setting: Post-war Citadel, Shepard is humanity's councilor
Sliding gracefully into his seat and grinning from ear to ear, Sébastien passed the latest round of drinks out. “So, humanity's councilor, two bodyguards and a pilot walk into a bar…”
Coats snatched his, eyes rolling as he sat back in his seat and took a healthy gulp. “Bloody hell, not this again.”
Kaidan’s sigh wasn’t audible over the music, but it was impossible to miss the wince. “Really, Shepard?”
Cortez, on the other hand, took it gracefully enough. Plucking the plastic sword from his drink that held a chunk of pineapple and a too-bright cherry on it, he pulled the fruit free of it with his teeth, leveled his gaze at Sébastien, and finished, “And the bartender said, ‘I should go.’”