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dizzy_land2008-01-29 10:40 am
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Doesn't like dice games with sharpies and frauds
((Occurs sometime the week after Bad Fanon Day and the subsequent fallout. Closed to Una and Starbuck.))
Despite occasional temptations to do so, Una had still not cracked open the bottle of moonshine that John Crichton had sent to her back when she'd first arrived.
Given events of the last several days, the temptation was now overwhelming.
She hated drinking alone, though, and being in one of those moods where she wanted to blame the entire male gender for everything that was wrong with the universe, she had absolutely no desire to drink with any of the men or male beings of her acquaintance.
She'd done a fairly crap job of making female friends in this place. She liked Psyche, but there was something eerily not quite right about boozing up with a goddess, especially one who could see through a person with alarming accuracy. Which—
Of course. Starbuck. They'd scarcely seen each other at all since Una had arrived, more was the pity, and that needed to be remedied. And this was as good an excuse as any.
((ETA: RatedPG-13 to R for not especially moderately explicit, but and pretty unmistakable femmeslashiness.))
Despite occasional temptations to do so, Una had still not cracked open the bottle of moonshine that John Crichton had sent to her back when she'd first arrived.
Given events of the last several days, the temptation was now overwhelming.
She hated drinking alone, though, and being in one of those moods where she wanted to blame the entire male gender for everything that was wrong with the universe, she had absolutely no desire to drink with any of the men or male beings of her acquaintance.
She'd done a fairly crap job of making female friends in this place. She liked Psyche, but there was something eerily not quite right about boozing up with a goddess, especially one who could see through a person with alarming accuracy. Which—
Of course. Starbuck. They'd scarcely seen each other at all since Una had arrived, more was the pity, and that needed to be remedied. And this was as good an excuse as any.
Starbuck,
So I'm not at all sure why I haven't written or visited sooner, as I did enjoy talking to you when I arrived here. Can I make that up to you by offering a drink? I'm afraid it's only the local moonshine, but it's better than nothing. Your place or mine?
-Una Persson
((ETA: Rated
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And she asked herself very firmly, no nonsense now: it wasn't simply a matter of looking for a Catherine substitute, was it? Because that would be entirely unfair.
No. They were a little alike, both blondes, but not so very much. Starbuck's charms were entirely, uniquely her own.
She shifted her seat, moving closer, and put her free hand, cautiously, on Starbuck's shoulder.
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Either way, she was fairly clear on what she needed; contact, simple and plain. Contact that wouldn't lead to a long discussion about feelings and demands on her and a lot of suffocation. And if Una needed it too, then didn't that just sort of make sense?
She slipped her other hand around the back of Una's neck, thumb brushing at the edge of her jaw.