Semi-closed Tomorrowland get together

[swordandchalice.livejournal.com]

[[Invitations here, party here. Backdated to yesterday.]]

Thankfully, the kid got over his slightly painful exchange with Katou rather quickly, especially in the face of a party and seeing everyone. He hadn't heard from Demyx, but the kid was holding out hope he'd show up anyway. Seeing the Starcade games on and going made the kid grin. The "DO NOT MAKE OUT HERE" sign on Cayce's office door only made him crack up. Fine, if he and Sara got caught making out anywhere else, and someone complained, he'd point out he wasn't making out in the office.

There were tables for refreshments on the upper level, along with tables for people to sit at with food and drink. He added some sodas he'd brought along to the refreshment table, then a couple of pizzas to another table, already feeling the giddy mood of celebrating for no reason enter his system.

His "duties" done, Setsuna went to the lower level and, instead of waiting by the door like a good host, the kid, impatiently, started to play one of the games.

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[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Logan had had a shitty enough life to know damn well that he couldn't understand anyone else's pain; that even if he tried, that understanding would only be an imposition. You just had to acknowledge what had happened, as far as he was concerned, and then deal with whatever followed from it, because emoing over the psychological repercussions or whatever never got you anywhere. Everyone was a little bit to blame, and there really wasn't such a thing as justice.

"Yeah, I have no freaking idea how most of us'll go back to our old lives after all this crap we've learned here, even assuming we can. Oh well. Tomorrow is anotha' day."

He poured a strong Sprite-and-moonshine mix for Starbuck, and another for himself, keeping his hands in sight, and then passed one of the cups to her. "To cheap horses and fast women."

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

"And faster men," she added, and downed most of the cup. "That way, the fast women don't have to do all the work. It gets old after a while."

She finally made a connection (see, alcohol always helped with clarity, screw what Lee said) that had escaped her earlier. "You write for that little paper Kira does, don't you?"

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"I can see how it might," he said, mock-seriously. Wanna try me out for speed?

"I do indeed. Kira's a friend. So am I now in danger of imminent physical harm? We didn't write anything about you, did we?"

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

You have to ask? "Especially around here. I never saw so many good-darling boys all in one place my whole life."

Starbuck had the advantage of not blushing easily. Otherwise she might have at that question. She did cough into her drink a little, though. "Uh no, but I somehow volunteered myself to let Kira take scandalous pictures of me for the third issue?"

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"'Good-darling'?" he inquired, a bit bemused. Neither were adjectives that got applied to him a lot.

"Oh, yeah, he mentioned that. Well. I feel I should inform you, it is my camera that we use, and I'm supposed to be on hand in case my services are needed as a fluffer."

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

"The kind that would do Lee, back home, proud," she explained. "Very respectful and skittish and incapable of taking heavy hints."

She rolled her eyes in a good-natured way at the mention of services required. "Oh, you need to take pictures for that excuse, huh?"

[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

The Doctor wandered to the upper levels in search of something to eat, the glass of moonshine still forgotten in his hand.

“Hello,” he said off-handedly to the two people already up there, cocking his head as he looked at the assembled pizzas. Then he glanced back up at the woman.

“Oh! You must be the blond with the dog!”

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

Starbuck cocked her head in the direction of the newcomer, and glanced at Logan out of the corner of her eye. You know this guy?

"Uh, yeah. Word sure gets around quick, I guess."

[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

“My friend claims your dog attacked him,” the Doctor said, in a conversational sort of tone that was as much a question as it was a statement.

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

Her eyebrows shot up. "Does he? Well, I'm sure he deserved it, then." She paused, unable to think of anyone that Sador would want to attack. "Who's your friend?"

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[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

“The Master.” The Doctor was considering the table again. He reached out and took a piece of the focaccia and popped it into his mouth with his smile.

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

She snorted. "Oh, so that really is his name. I was so convinced he was putting me on."

Sador seemed to have sensed she was being talked about (or maybe Starbuck had just been out of her sight too long for her liking) as she came trotting up the stairs a moment later. "She didn't like him much," Starbuck admitted. "Kinda growled at him." She watched as her dog proceeded to sniff at the new guy's coat. "Doesn't seem to have that problem with you, though. What's your name again?"

[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

“Nope. For once he was telling the truth,” the Doctor said, and was then distracted by a nose against his leg. He looked down at the canine in question, and his mouth fell open.

“Oh, you are so pretty!” he enthused, dropping to a crouch and running his hand over her head and behind her left ear. “Hello love, hello beautiful, yeah,” he singsonged. “Oh, ah, I’m the Doctor,” he belatedly answered the woman’s question.

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

It was rare to watch anyone male over the age of ten coo over a dog that way, and Starbuck didn't bother trying not to laugh at it. It didn't help when he told her his name either. "I don't think I'll ask about that one. Well, I'm Starbuck and that's Logan," she pointed over her shoulder.

She wasn't sure the Doctor would be able to reply now that Sador was licking his face.

[a-lonely-god.livejournal.com]

“‘S complicated,” the Doctor managed, grinning, tilting his chin away from Sador’s face enough to get his mouth out of the reach dog’s tongue, letting her lick his jaw and neck instead. “And boring. You don’t wanna know. And her name?” He scratched under the dog's chin.

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

"Take your word for it, Doctor," she said, trying the name out and deciding that it seemed to suit him regardless of how strange it was. Maybe it was like her callsign, a nickname to signify something. She watched her dog's tongue wag at all the brilliant attention, yet again. "Her name's Sador."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Oh, the nice boys. Yeah, I know the type." He grinned, thinking of Duncan, and leaving no doubt (as though there'd ever been any) that he wasn't that kind himself.

The question made him give her an innocent look, though. "Me? Never? I just want to do my part to make the girls happy."

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

"Always a few in every squadron." Starbuck shook her head. Hot Dog really was, though he'd never want anyone to think so.

"Oh, I see," she said, eyes widening. "It's like public service. You're doing everyone a favor." She tipped her glass, giving credit where it was due. "Not a bad way to spend your oodles of time around here."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Squadron, huh?" Military somehow. That explained the tomboy thing she had going on, which wasn't his usual brand of vodka. But on her it looked good. Like, amazingly good. He took another swallow of his drink.

"Exactly! And yeah, I recommend it." His glass clinked (or, actually, made a small plastic tapping sound, but the idea was to clink) against hers.

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

Oh right, the whole 'grounded' issue that most of the Earth people she'd met seemed to have. She forgot about that fairly often, only to be reminded of it when she's forgotten about it. "In the Colonial Fleet. I fly a viper; it's a one-man spaceship. The closest thing I can seem to find around here is that little model you can see at the Star Tours ride. John says it's called an X-Wing?" It was apparently from a movie, but she had found it was the easiest way to get people to understand her.

When their glasses clinked, she went to drink to their toast and found her glass a bit low. "Ready for a refill yet?"

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Wow." Was there any way in which that was not badass? Not really. "I think I know what you mean. So, you good at that?"

"Sure thing." He moved back around to get both of them topped up.

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

If there was any way to get Starbuck all puffed up and pleased, it was to ask about her piloting skills. "I'm the Galactica's Top Gun. Which means I have the unfortunate job of training all the nuggets, but it has its perks." It basically made her the best pilot in the fleet. And it was fairly easy to tell, from her tone of voice and the near-swagger built into her posture, that she wasn't overestimating herself.

She found it sort of funny that even the bad boys around here had enough politeness in them to be the ones to do the drink refills. Then again, Logan could just be eager to get to smashed. Not that she had any problem with that.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

He got that she was good, anyway, and that this was a happy subject for conversation, even if the words "Top Gun" mainly made him think of Tom Cruise singing "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling'. Smiling, he handed her back her drink. "Such as?"

(He was a bad boy whose first girlfriend was Lilly Kane. It was never in question, who'd be getting the drinks. Besides, that was Logan's charm, that he could call you a whore while he held the door open for you. Well, maybe 'charm' wasn't the right word...)

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

"Everyone's scared as frak to piss you off," she said with the beginnings of a laugh and she took the cup from him and took another gulp. "Including half your superior officers." Okay, that had nothing to do with her being Top Gun. That was because she just happened to be frakking scary. And good at throwing a punch. But he didn't really need to know that, she supposed.

"And it's useful for when you're playing traid," she added. "Not that I've seen an appropriate deck of cards for it around here."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

...so was this actually the hot, female, scifi version of himself he'd just met? Or what?

"What kind of cards do you need?" he said, with the intense interest of someone nurturing a minor gambling addiction. "There's decks of cards in the magic shops, I know..."