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mrsdrjackson , Happy Birthday! :)
Summary: Kara and Helo walk into a bar.... (pre-series)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: short
Kara looked at her watch. "We have exactly two point two five hours before our ride. Let's go."
Helo grinned back. "Okay. You payin'?"
"Frak no. Get wasted on your own damn dime, Helo."
He laughed and followed her inside. It was smoky and dim inside, making the distant shapes seem to blur, and the music was too loud, some kind of pounding drums that was giving him a headache three meters in the door. Kara went up to the bar, found a stool and slapped the top. "Line 'em up."
He and Kara clicked their first shot glasses together. "To Galactica, the Bucket of Bolts," she pronounced.
"To the Big G," he agreed and they downed their shots.
She slammed the shot glass down and turned it over, taking up the next one. "To Vipers, the best bird in the fleet."
"Raptors," he countered with a grin.
"Raptors are pathetic shuttlecraft," she retorted, but touched glasses with him anyway before drinking.
Then she paused, letting the alcohol settle, as her gaze wandered the bar. The television was on, showing a pyramid game. "Hey, the C-Bucs game's on," he said, noticing the black and burgundy uniforms. "Who are they playing?"
"Virgon," she answered absently, watching. "Oh, come on! Pass, you idiot!" she shouted at the screen. Then she shook her head in disgust. "Gods, I can't believe Brennan is keeping his job. Great player in the day, but man, he sucks as a coach. Rally should've stayed in minors, and I still can't believe they gave up Henderson for that idiot Ten-point."
"They'll do better once Anders comes off injured reserve."
Kara snorted. "If he remembers how to score." She downed another shot then noticed another bad play on the screen. "Try ball-handling, Hilliard, you suck!" she chided in loud disgust then let out a hard breath as the whistle blew. "Thank the gods, at least Brennan took a time out."
The picture went to a commercial (perhaps not surprisingly it was Barolay's toothpaste ad), and Kara turned away, shaking her head. "I can't watch."
"Since you hate the Bucs so much, should we drink to the Panthers?" he teased, holding up his next shot.
She made a face. "Never. C-Bucs rule forever and ever, even when they suck."
"So say we all," he clinked shot glasses again and downed his.
The interior of the bar seemed to waver when he shifted position on his stool. "Damn. That's good stuff. We better slow down or we're gonna pass out before we get back to the port."
"Speak for yourself, lightweight."
"Can't get billeted on the Big G, if we're in hack," he pointed out.
She laughed. "Like I frakking care."
Which, he reflected, was probably true. Kara had gotten increasingly reckless after Zak's death.
She probably saw the look on his face and moved to change the subject before it could go places she was avoiding, and she nudged him with her shoulder. "That woman's staring at us. Shall we see which one of us she's interested in?"
"Who?"
"Down the bar," Kara pointed toward the end with her chin. Helo looked that way and very nearly swallowed his tongue. He'd seen the bright champagne colored hair before, when the woman had been looking up at the television, but now she had turned his way.
Gods-damn, she was beautiful. And then, when she knew his eyes were on her, she plucked the toothpick out of her martini, put the olive between her lips, and sucked it off into her mouth.
Instantly, his thoughts went to a dirty, but very hot place, and she smiled at him, knowing exactly what she was doing.
Kara chuckled. "Aw, she likes you, Helo." She raised her hand and gestured the woman to come closer.
She rose off the stool, revealing legs that went on forever beneath her short skirt and a shirt that amounted to nothing more than a bra with silver mesh tank top over it.
"You like pyramid, too?" she asked, as she approached, walking with smooth confidence even on her spike heels. "I love it. I don't know anything about the rules or strategy, really, but I could just watch it for hours. All that energy. It's like taunting and teasing and brushing against each other before crashing together... "
Her hand was on his thigh, and he couldn't breathe, wondering how the frak he'd just got so lucky. His head was swimming a little, and he hoped he hadn't had too much. Because gods, she was gorgeous.
"It makes me feel so alive," she finished. And he'd never before thought about pyramid being the same as sex, but now it was all he could think about.
"You want to frak my friend, be my guest," Kara said. "I can tell you he's got good stamina and knows what he's doing."
"Kara!" he protested, outraged.
"What? It's true. But he's got to be at the base in an hour-twenty, that should give you plenty of time," Kara grinned. "Have fun."
"Kara..." he tried again, feeling he should be offended at her high-handedness.
"Helo, just go get laid, you know you want to." Then she told the tall, hot blonde, "Try not to break him too much. We need him on the ship."
"I think I can handle him just fine." She smiled slowly, eyes holding his, and folded her hand around his. "I know the place. Come on."
She led him away, winding them through the crowd. He glanced back, feeling a little sorry for abandoning Kara, though she had all but pushed him out the door. She already had another shot glass in hand and had turned her head to watch the game. Hopefully she wouldn't get in too much trouble.
Then a finger traced his jaw and drew his attention back to her. "'Good stamina, knows what he's doing'... you come highly recommended. Let's see if you've really got the moves."
His last coherent thought was that she certainly did, and she was probably way too much for him, especially when he was mostly drunk, but a chance like this would probably never come again.
mrsdrjackson , Happy Birthday! :)Summary: Kara and Helo walk into a bar.... (pre-series)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: short
Kara looked at her watch. "We have exactly two point two five hours before our ride. Let's go."
Helo grinned back. "Okay. You payin'?"
"Frak no. Get wasted on your own damn dime, Helo."
He laughed and followed her inside. It was smoky and dim inside, making the distant shapes seem to blur, and the music was too loud, some kind of pounding drums that was giving him a headache three meters in the door. Kara went up to the bar, found a stool and slapped the top. "Line 'em up."
He and Kara clicked their first shot glasses together. "To Galactica, the Bucket of Bolts," she pronounced.
"To the Big G," he agreed and they downed their shots.
She slammed the shot glass down and turned it over, taking up the next one. "To Vipers, the best bird in the fleet."
"Raptors," he countered with a grin.
"Raptors are pathetic shuttlecraft," she retorted, but touched glasses with him anyway before drinking.
Then she paused, letting the alcohol settle, as her gaze wandered the bar. The television was on, showing a pyramid game. "Hey, the C-Bucs game's on," he said, noticing the black and burgundy uniforms. "Who are they playing?"
"Virgon," she answered absently, watching. "Oh, come on! Pass, you idiot!" she shouted at the screen. Then she shook her head in disgust. "Gods, I can't believe Brennan is keeping his job. Great player in the day, but man, he sucks as a coach. Rally should've stayed in minors, and I still can't believe they gave up Henderson for that idiot Ten-point."
"They'll do better once Anders comes off injured reserve."
Kara snorted. "If he remembers how to score." She downed another shot then noticed another bad play on the screen. "Try ball-handling, Hilliard, you suck!" she chided in loud disgust then let out a hard breath as the whistle blew. "Thank the gods, at least Brennan took a time out."
The picture went to a commercial (perhaps not surprisingly it was Barolay's toothpaste ad), and Kara turned away, shaking her head. "I can't watch."
"Since you hate the Bucs so much, should we drink to the Panthers?" he teased, holding up his next shot.
She made a face. "Never. C-Bucs rule forever and ever, even when they suck."
"So say we all," he clinked shot glasses again and downed his.
The interior of the bar seemed to waver when he shifted position on his stool. "Damn. That's good stuff. We better slow down or we're gonna pass out before we get back to the port."
"Speak for yourself, lightweight."
"Can't get billeted on the Big G, if we're in hack," he pointed out.
She laughed. "Like I frakking care."
Which, he reflected, was probably true. Kara had gotten increasingly reckless after Zak's death.
She probably saw the look on his face and moved to change the subject before it could go places she was avoiding, and she nudged him with her shoulder. "That woman's staring at us. Shall we see which one of us she's interested in?"
"Who?"
"Down the bar," Kara pointed toward the end with her chin. Helo looked that way and very nearly swallowed his tongue. He'd seen the bright champagne colored hair before, when the woman had been looking up at the television, but now she had turned his way.
Gods-damn, she was beautiful. And then, when she knew his eyes were on her, she plucked the toothpick out of her martini, put the olive between her lips, and sucked it off into her mouth.
Instantly, his thoughts went to a dirty, but very hot place, and she smiled at him, knowing exactly what she was doing.
Kara chuckled. "Aw, she likes you, Helo." She raised her hand and gestured the woman to come closer.
She rose off the stool, revealing legs that went on forever beneath her short skirt and a shirt that amounted to nothing more than a bra with silver mesh tank top over it.
"You like pyramid, too?" she asked, as she approached, walking with smooth confidence even on her spike heels. "I love it. I don't know anything about the rules or strategy, really, but I could just watch it for hours. All that energy. It's like taunting and teasing and brushing against each other before crashing together... "
Her hand was on his thigh, and he couldn't breathe, wondering how the frak he'd just got so lucky. His head was swimming a little, and he hoped he hadn't had too much. Because gods, she was gorgeous.
"It makes me feel so alive," she finished. And he'd never before thought about pyramid being the same as sex, but now it was all he could think about.
"You want to frak my friend, be my guest," Kara said. "I can tell you he's got good stamina and knows what he's doing."
"Kara!" he protested, outraged.
"What? It's true. But he's got to be at the base in an hour-twenty, that should give you plenty of time," Kara grinned. "Have fun."
"Kara..." he tried again, feeling he should be offended at her high-handedness.
"Helo, just go get laid, you know you want to." Then she told the tall, hot blonde, "Try not to break him too much. We need him on the ship."
"I think I can handle him just fine." She smiled slowly, eyes holding his, and folded her hand around his. "I know the place. Come on."
She led him away, winding them through the crowd. He glanced back, feeling a little sorry for abandoning Kara, though she had all but pushed him out the door. She already had another shot glass in hand and had turned her head to watch the game. Hopefully she wouldn't get in too much trouble.
Then a finger traced his jaw and drew his attention back to her. "'Good stamina, knows what he's doing'... you come highly recommended. Let's see if you've really got the moves."
His last coherent thought was that she certainly did, and she was probably way too much for him, especially when he was mostly drunk, but a chance like this would probably never come again.
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I love this. Kara/Helo friendship and continuity porn all in one.
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thanks!
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*dies*
Love this! These two are so casually shippy, it's just perfect. And you have sportsfan!Kara down pat—loyal to a T to her home team, but will criticize them to no end.
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LOVED the mention of Anders, especially Kara's scorn. And I love that the women are just falling into Helo's lap, because, duh, why wouldn't they? Plus, he's so decorous. "Kara!" he protested, outraged.
Teehee. Great job!
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hee, well, Kara was kinda pimping Helo out, so y'know, he was a bit shocked! :D
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I really loved all the details you put in about the game and the players and, of course, Kara and Helo being BFFs. Great all around.
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and yes, it is a Six. *g* Trolling among the military.
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heh, she is, definitely.
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Kara/Helo friendship! Very them. I loved the casual mentions of the players, as well. And Sam <3. And Barolay's toothpaste ad. :P
"That woman's staring at us. Shall we see which one of us she's interested in?"
I seriously wasn't sure until she smiled at Helo.
... C-Bucs rule!
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Hell yeah, C-Bucs Rule!
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REMEMBER THAT! :P
:DD
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