Miranda Lawson

Shepard downed another shot as she felt someone’s arms wrap around her. Shepard sighed as she leaned back. “Careful, Shepard. I’d think you want to be present tonight,” an Australian accent whispered in her ear.

“Mmmm,” Shepard said closing her eyes. “Just need some liquid courage.”

“Do I make you nervous?” Miranda said with a smile as Shepard turned to look at her.

Shepard smiled as she looked up and down at Miranda’s long red dress. She noticed her hair was permed. “You do when you look like that,” Shepard said as she pulled Miranda into a kiss.

They had become very close while on the SR 2 planning the suicide mission together. The night in the engine room was one Shepard could never forget.