Gaius Baltar (i_frak) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-06-06 22:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | gaius baltar, jesse custer, john wayne, six |
Two Men, Two Invisible Friends, and Too Many Drinks [Jesse]
Being in a city again was like a dream. No, not exactly like a dream. It was more like a surreal virtual reality. Gaius almost didn't believe it was real. In fact, the jury was still out on whether or not he had finally snapped and lost his mind completely. Actually, were it not for his blonde companion's presence, he would have deemed himself completely certifiable. Of course, there were some who might find his attachment to an invisible woman a mark of madness in and of itself, but Gaius had come to see her as an entirely real entity. He didn't know who she was or what she was or why it was that she felt the need to show herself to him and only him -- but she was real. And even if she wasn't really real, she was real to him. And, in a strange sort of way that made no sense under the Gods or under God, she kept him grounded. Not that he still wasn't off the deep end, because he was, but he could have been much worse.
But many people would say that it was impossible for Gaius Baltar to be much worse. Within the short period of a year he'd gone from scientific savior to the fleet's most hated politician. And now? Now he was a Cylon lover. Which, to most humans, was even worse than being a crooked politician.
But he was only doing what she told him to. And why? Because she had been right in the past. Because she had saved his life on numerous occasions. Because she said that God had a plan for him, and he believed her.
"I see you've found something to entertain yourself with while I've been gone," Six whispered from behind his ear.
Gaius quickly turned about, staring at her with wide, worried, desperate eyes.
"Where have you been?"
Six slinked around him, trailing a finger along his collar bone until she was directly in front of him. She was wearing her blue dress. The one that fit snuggly around her chest and hips like a swim suit and then flowed down between her legs. She gave Gaius a knowing look, as though tempting him to forget that he was in a public setting. Then she flipped her brightly blonde hair over her shoulder and looked away from him, watching the other patrons as though searching for one in particular.
Now that she had returned, he was slightly embarrassed at his choice of locale. It was a bar. Well, sort of. More like the establishment had a bar, which was where Gaius had been leaning, nursing a glass of liquor on the rocks. (It had been a long time since he'd seen ice, after all.) But the club (because that's really what it was) had quite the selection of female dancers, all of whom seemed to be in the process of losing their clothing. True, back on Caprica, Gaius was known to venture to the casual strip joint every now and again. Genius minds very often wandered. But as for this evening, well, he hadn't intended to find such a place. He'd just been lost and confused and she had left him. He didn't know what else to do. So he found the nearest business that sold liquor and he settled up, hoping that he would eventually wake up. Or that some kind stranger would explain all of this to him.
"I've been busy," she said, finally turning her attention back to him.
"Busy? Busy? I'm stuck in some frakkin' metropolitan nightmare and you're busy?"
"God doesn't pity the weak, Gaius."
"Frak your God."
"Our God," she corrected.
Gaius mumbled something, finished off his drink and then waved the bar tender over for another. Maybe he shouldn't have wished for her speedy return. Sometimes she was more frakkin' work than she was worth. Then again, what woman wasn't?