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Jack sat against the wall of Shepard’s cabin, clutching a bottle of Jose Cuervo (yes because I fucking can) in her hands as her and Paul Shepard’s shoulders touched. He had invited her up to drink and she figured, ‘why the hell not?’ He had been nice to get, gave her her files and even allowed her to blow up the facility Cerberus held her in, tortured her and other children. Maybe things were looking up as the past was the past. She wasn’t going to allow it to control her any longer and thanks to Paul well, he made her believe she could do some good in her life. She wasn’t a weapon, she was human after all. Paul’s eyes were beautiful, so serene and bright. Jack felt as if she could get lost in his eyes and even trying to swim her way back she’d be pulled into the current of his soul. 

When she became poetic that’s when she knew she was extremely drunk. Shifting in her spot on the floor she tugged at her lower lip with her teeth and locked eyes with the Commander, grabbing the side of his face and pulling him in for a heated, drunken and stupid kiss. She’d probably regret this, but the taste of sweet alcohol on his breath was momentarily needed.