Portalocity Station on Kithoi Ward, the Citadel, Saturday

Okay, it wasn't that Kaidan didn't like seeing Anderson again. Because he did. The man had been a huge part of their story, and yet they hadn't spoken since Anderson helped them mutiny and break the Normandy out of dry dock - yeah, way too long. He just hadn't expected it'd wind up being a four hour meeting where the minutiae of an extremely boring mission were driven into the ground over and over again.

Which wasn't Anderson's fault; it was the salarian Councillor's. But, well.

It meant Kaidan was late.

He rushed through the lower streets of Portalocity's strip, dodging asari and turians and even a keeper or two, because of course because of the hush-hush nature of the portal system, there wasn't a skycar pad nearby. Sigh. Sigh.

He just hoped Allie and Jack hadn't gotten bored. Or wandered off. ...Well, okay, they probably weren't going to be going out picking fights with krogan, but... bored. Bored would be bad already. He didn't have enough friends to afford boring these... ones. It made sense in his head, okay?

( In which nobody is bored, exactly... )

[[ because when canon gives me 'undocumented Kaidan adventure involving whiskey, credits, and vorcha', I lose my mind and do something with it. Much love for allie_vamp and bitten_notshy for putting up with me making stuff up on every level possible. nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and tbc! ]]