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Tweak says, "Don't make me use my numchucks"

Kara "Starbuck" Thrace (til_we_cant) wrote in brightlightlogs,
@ 2010-03-15 20:35:00

Entry tags:

helo agathon, kara thrace, sam anders

Who: Kara Thrace
What: Everybody come get drunk. Maybe play cards?
When: Evening
Where: Starbuck and Longshot's quarters - 16th floor, room 5
Rating: PG-13 likely, TBD otherwise
Open: to whomever would like to come play! Nudge to the BSG cast, look-a-likes, and other military folk! No posting order, threadjumping okay and expected!

Kara was adapting. Sam had moved in with her, so it was somewhat familiar. Not very, since she and Sam hadn't really lived together since New Caprica. They might have been in the same rack, but that didn't mean they were really a married couple. Not like the rest, who shared quarters away from the general population.

It was an adjustment, but one she was trying for. That was a change of pace, if nothing else.

That didn't mean Kara had decided to be domesticated. No, she needed to get out and mix it up with people. She might have felt isolated in her 'destiny' aboard Galactica, but she felt different here. That driving urge was gone. She could be herself again.

And herself wanted to drink. And play Triad. And maybe punch someone in the face. And maybe get punched in the face. She wanted to let go and enjoy herself for once, instead of worrying about Cylons and humanity and Vipers and her marriage and what she was frakking up now. And maybe it would give her a chance to reconnect with friends and a lover she'd pushed away, and make new connections.

Whatever the case, she was already plotting how long it would take her to get to shitfaced.

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Sorry if it sucks, I'm kinda drunk, lol

til_we_cant
2010-03-21 03:20 am UTC (link)

Kara slid over into him when he beckoned, folding her legs onto the couch beside her and tucking the bottle in next to her hip. It stayed there only momentarily, before she downed at least three shots in a few gulps. She was feeling no pain, and ready to feel even less. Kara leaned her head against his chest, staring out over the lights of the city.

They needed to talk. She knew she wanted to work on their marriage now, since they'd decided to live together again. It was an interesting arrangement, one she should've kept up even after New Caprica, but Sam's assignment to another ship seemed to have halted even the idea of that. It didn't matter now; they weren't on Galactica, she wasn't feeling that driving urge to find Earth anymore (they were on it, weren't they?) and she no longer had any kind of real military responsibility.

With everything that had been standing in their way gone, Kara had no excuses, not even Lee. Either she wanted to fix things with Sam, or she'd been lying to herself all along.

Kara let out a sigh, nervous energy building in her despite the numbing effect of the alcohol. She tucked the bottle away again, then pulled away from Sam, leaning into the back of the couch and looking at him carefully. The beauty of him, the one that always left her breathless, was still very much there, and she smiled softly. "So. Sam. I think we need to talk again, even if we don't want to." It was a party, but there were important things that needed to be said.