(fanfiction for starfleetspectre. Pairing is of human wrex and human grunt.)
Wrex slowly woke from his sleep, with it the feeling of a tsunami hangover. 'Shepard throws one hell of a party.' the red tipped man thought, rubbing his eyes. He felt a heavy weight lay on top of him, that weight was none other than Grunt.
Wrex suddenly remembered the man pouring the clan leader shots, a mischievous grin the entire time. "Don't you have anything better to do? Not that I mind the drinks." Wrex said after putting the shot glass down and burping. "Go let one of those screamin' girls in. Get laid." Grunt wore a suspicious grin, "That's what I'm goin for with you."
Grunt took his turn of a shot, slamming it done. "Ya ain't half bad good looking yourself, kiddo." Wrex said, smirking.
Everything else afterwards was lost to him, "Well I'll be goddamned." The red tipped man muttered with a smile, running a hand through Grunt's brown hair.
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