#FreedomFalls – April 15, 2015

Pip takes on a look of mock shock, looking down at Shyva. "Not go nuts?" She exclaims. "But it is traditional for first timers to go nuts!"

Shyva'Nahl shakes her head and takes a humble pose. "I d-don't really want to g-get... drunk-drunk, y'know? M-Maybe a little. Tipsy maybe."

Pip shakes her head disapprovingly, though a ghost of a smile crosses her lips. "Only tipsy? You always have to learn the hard way! Get full on sloshed!"

Shyva'Nahl sighs and shakes her head once again. "I r-really don't know what a-alcohol will d-do to my system. If it'll get me sick or not." She blinks. "I m-mean real sick, not hangover sick."

Pip coughs awkwardly. "My bad."

Shyva'Nahl smirks and nods at Pip. "Mhm. S-Same reason I c-can't exactly get out o-of this any time soon." she says, pointing at the suit.

Pip nods slowly. "Yeah, I knew that one," she says. "Shame."

Shyva'Nahl reaches up and taps Pip's chin. "Hey. You p-play your cards right a-and we raise the funds? T-That could chan-." she stops. "Thaaaat m-makes me sound l-like a hooker... I m-meant for a clean room..."

Pip tries not to fall into a fit of laughter, but fails quite miserably.

Shyva'Nahl crosses her arms, trying to look serious but can't help but let out a small giggle.

Pip eventually calms down, massive grin plastered across her face. "Okay... Okay... I'm done," she says between the occasional chortle.

Shyva'Nahl takes a deep breath then nods. "G-Good." she says. "G-Good to know the thought of m-me being a hooker a-amuses you so." she says with a cheeky smile.

Pip snorts and covers her mouth, blushing slightly. "I'm sorry," she says, pouting when she removes her hands.

Shyva'Nahl smiles and pats her cheek. "It's okay." She says. "I g-guess it is a little funny. Quarian whore. One o-of those impossible things, isn't it?"

Pip waggles her hand. "Eh, more like incredibly uncommon," she says.

Shyva'Nahl shakes her head. "Nope. Impossible." she says. "N-No quarian would risk that. It'd be stupid."

Pip shrugs. "Alright, impossible then," she says. "So quarians don't really do interspecies relationships?"

Shyva'Nahl shrugs. "N-Not many g-get the chance, but its not unheard of." she says, wringing her hands together. "Its m-more common with Turians, b-but I've heard the odd story with h-humans, a-asari... e-even one Salarian. Strange th-that one."

Pip blinks. "A salarian?" She asks. "Wow... Uh... Well, whatever powers their ship, I guess...".

Shyva'Nahl snorts and laughs, covering her mask a little. "W-Whatever powers t-their ship. N-never heard that one before."

Pip narrows her eyes and boops Shyva's mask. "Don't steal it," she teases. "That's mine".

Shyva'Nahl giggles and boops back. "So. Pip. Pippy." she says, stepping a little closer. "H-How about that drink?"

Pip makes to take a step back, but, surprisingly, the bench is still there. "Oh, right, drink!" She says. "Sure, sure. Back to the Respite?"

Shyva'Nahl smirks and nods, taking her hand. "S-Sounds good." she says.

Pip closes her hand around Shyva's and nods, quickly turning back to Watty. "You can power down for now," she says. He nods and gives a little wave to the pair before powering down.

Shyva'Nahl waves back before he powers down. "S-Shall we?" she asks, giving her hand a squeeze.

Pip nods, leading Shyva back to the truck. "Lets," she says. As they exit, Pip closes the garage and locks it, then takes Shyva back to the old rusty truck.

Shyva'Nahl hops into the truck and gets her seatbelt on. She adjusts her shawl and some of her suit extensions then settles in. "So..." she says when Pip gets in. "W-What powers YOUR engine, Pip?" she asks, looking over with a smirk.

Pip is about to start the vehicle up, but she jolts at the question, burning hotly. "Uh- wha-what do you, ah, mean?" She asks.

Shyva'Nahl smirks and giggles. "Y-You're cute when you're flustered." she says, now looking out the window. "W-What do y-you think I mean?"

Shyva'Nahl chuckles and looks back over. "Shall w-we go?" she asks, "Respite, right?"

Pip looks around and starts the engine. "Respite. Yes," she says, still incredibly flustered. "Um...".

Shyva'Nahl snickers. "W-Whats wrong?" she asks, looking over once again.

Pip grips the wheel and shakes her head, pulling away from her home. "Nothing, nothing," she says. "I'm fine."

Shyva'Nahl 's chuckling stops. "...are you okay?" she asks, now a little more serious.

Pip nods, quickly flashing a smile at Shyva. "Y-yeah," she says, then with a bit more affirmation, "Yeah. I'm fine, sorry."

Shyva'Nahl nods slowly. "Um... o-okay." she says. "Heh. G-Guess you really n-need a drink afterall."

Pip smiles again, shaking off whatever experience she was having. She reaches over and gives Shyva's hand a quick squeeze. "Guess so," she says. "I'm fine."

Shyva'Nahl gives her another squeeze. "If you n-need to talk, let me know." she says. "I'll be here."

Pip smiles. "Sure."

Pip waits at the restaurant for Shyva. Her style has changed considerably, now dressed in a light blue shirt, dark blue jeans and brown boots. However, she still has both of her pistols on her persons.

Shyva'Nahl shuffles through the streets of Freedom Falls, avoiding crowds where she can. She idly wrings her hands nervously, not just for the people around her but for her first date with Pip. Will it go well? Probably, considering they've gotten along so far. It isn't long before she finally arrives at the restaurant, where she scurries over to Pip and greets her with a hug.

Pip spots Shyva as she slinks through the crowds. She smiles and greets the quarian with a laugh and a tight hug. "There you are," she says with a smile.

Shyva'Nahl holds the human tight as she can, feeling a lot less nervous. "H-here I am." she mumbles. "S-Shall we head inside?" she asks, nodding at the door. "T-Too many people out here..."

Pip releases Shyva and takes her hand, nodding. "Sure thing, babe," she says as she starts making her way to the door

Shyva'Nahl heads into the restaurant, her hand tight around Pip's. Inside isn't as busy as it is outside, with quite a few open tables. Though, the patrons that ARE there give the two a strange look. Human and a quarian? Weird...

Pip ignores the looks and heads towards a free table, holding onto Shyva's hand.

Shyva'Nahl sits down at a table, shaking a little. "D-don't think they like us..." she mumbles, picking up a menu and hiding behind it.

Pip sits down and chuckles, looking at her menu also. "Don't worry about them," she says, shooting a glare at an especially curious looking patron. "We're here for us, not for what others think."

Shyva'Nahl mumbles from behind her menu, across the table to Pip. "E-Easy for you to say." she says. "S-So many eyes on me... d-distracting, y'know?"

Pip sighs. "Yeah, understandable," she mutters. "Do you want to go?"

Shyva'Nahl sighs and slowly puts the menu down before taking a deep breath. She reaches across and takes Pip's hand in hers.

Pip giggles, giving Shyva's hand a little squeeze. "Good," she says with a smile.

Shyva'Nahl returns the smile, though still a little nervous. Her hand trembles before it returns the squeeze, then she picks up her menu. "So," she begins. "How much of today did you spend thinking of me?":

Pip laughs. "Enough to make you feel bloated," she says as she looks at the menu once more. "I haven't even heard of some of this stuff before...".

Shyva'Nahl giggles. "Mm, I t-think I get that." she says. "T-There's a lot of human food here, b-but they serve nutrient packs in r-really nice packaging with neat st-straws. S'why I like it h-here."

Pip smirks. "Do they come in different colours?" She teases.

Shyva'Nahl giggles and nods. "Mhm, t-they certainly do d-depending on the fruits used." she says, then taps her menu, choosing what she wants.

Pip decides to go with a varren kebab and a beer. Classy. She places the menu down and smiles at the quarian across the table. "So, what you having?"

Shyva'Nahl smiles and points to her menu. It's some sort of turian fruit and veg selection all mashed into a delicious paste. "This one's b-blue and delicious." she says. "S-Some of the ingredients though... well, I c-can't even pronounce them."

Shyva'Nahl chuckles and shakes her head. "It's n-not that bad." she says. "I've h-had it before, rather sw-sweet, but still s-strong. B-Bit like you, really."

Pip smiles. "Flatterer," she says.

Shyva'Nahl smirks. "W-What're you having?"

Shyva'Nahl gulps and shudders. "V-Varren meat?" she asks. "T-That CAN'T be good for you."

Shyva'Nahl can't help but chuckle. "M-maybe c-charred so it d-doesn't taste like Varren anymore?" she asks.

Pip laughs. "Maybe, maybe," she says. "But I hear it isn't too bad. So might as well try it."

Shyva'Nahl nods slowly as she takes pip's hand again. "If its a-anything like it is when its alive, t-then we'll see..." she says, giving it a squeeze.

Pip smirks, returning the squeeze. "So, how was work?" She asks.

Shyva'Nahl smiles sweetly at the woman, sitting a little easier now that she's distracted. "Work... well, better than u-usual." she says. "The patrons seemed to be curtious in our facilities for once."

Pip chuckles. "That's good. No shootups today?"

Shyva'Nahl breathes a sigh of relief and shakes her head. "No! No, thankfully." she says. "T-Though, you know I'd c-call you first thing if there was."

Shyva'Nahl nods slowly. "B-Best not make his own d-doorway." she replies. "I'm s-sure he'd be best for the firefights that happen outside the inn."

Pip smiles. "He's fine," she says. "All he can do is sit about, at the moment, sadly."

Shyva'Nahl chuckles and sits back a little, her thumb stroking Pip's. "Y-You should take him along while looking for j-jobs. 'Living' proof of your abilities."

Shyva'Nahl tilts her head. "A-Are you not allowed to t-take him out with you?"

Shyva'Nahl frowns behind her blue mask. "W-Why would they d-do that?"

Shyva'Nahl sighs and squeezes her hand again. "T-That's not fair... g-guess you can't expect much for a colony like this..."

Shyva'Nahl "A-And you do-don't want to put that to the test j-just in case you're r-right and become wanted... right?" she asks.

Shyva'Nahl sighs, then chuckles. "Oh Pippy... g-getting caught seems to be an a-afterthought with you." she says, though that doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

Pip grins. "It may be a bit of a flaw," she admits.

Shyva'Nahl nods slowly. "N-now you're getting it." she says, giving Pip's hand a squeeze, then giggles. "Doesn't m-mean you can't work on it."

Pip laughs. "You love it," she teases. "Part of my charm."

Shyva'Nahl giggles and lifts her other hand, pinching the air with a little space between her fingers. "Just a little." she says with a giggle. "I j-just hope you'll be careful w-when it matters most."

Shyva'Nahl blushes under her mask. "H-heh... 'sweet'..." she mumbles. "I d-don't think anyone's ever called me that."

Pip giggles. "Well, get used to it then," she says.

Shyva'Nahl smiles and strokes her foot against Pip's shin. "I think I c-can." she says with a smile.

Pip smirks and looks around the restaurant and it's patrons, seeing if any are still giving funny looks.