[ why bother dressing up at something you're not when you can literally just wear your really sweet detective coat and hat and be this really cool costume called "your day job." or at least, it was his day job until he landed here and has had to try to find some kind of footing.
but really, what's footing when someone's offering you a drink off a tray, the first of the night. normally, juno's more of a whiskey kind of gal, but tonight he'll Attempt to live a little, even if that means within a few sips of said drink and the dimming of the regular lights he's actually glowing. ]
And this is why we don't take alcoholic drinks from strangers. [ scrubbing a hand slowly over his mouth he glances down at his skin again, going so far as to shove up the sleeve of his coat and shirt to expose his arm to the light and hum slowly as the light traces over an old tattoo, older scars. ] Purple's always been kind of my color though. Anyways, hey--hey, do you know how long I'm gonna double as a glowstick? It's not really screaming private eye. And I'd know.
b. don't ever agree to arm wrestle commander shepard—
[ —because she'll kick your ass and then make you wear a hamster onesie for the rest of the night while she flounces around in your coat and hat pretending she's a detective. juno doesn't look too happy, in fact, he might be sulking while nursing the rest of his conciliatory whiskey. come laugh at his terrible onesie that he's refusing to wear the hood of, sleeves pushed up to the elbows, perched just a little at the bar with his cheek in his hand.
the only good thing about it is that it comes with snacks. which, if you're hungry, he might share. might is the keyword here. regardless, take your candy as he slides it across the bar (or don't). ]
Look, Shepard made me wear this and I'm gonna eat both my shoes before I let her have it back with all her stuff in it. [ pay! back! ]
juno steel / ota