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((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.

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 PG-13 to R for not especially moderately explicit, but and pretty unmistakable femmeslashiness.))

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

While Sam and Dean Winchester did have their own measure of girly tendencies (for which they were constantly having to defend themselves of late), Starbuck couldn't help but notice that her company in the park tended to be more male dominated than she was used to. It was starting to wear on her nerves a bit.

So when the letter came from Una, she was surprised, and frankly a little relieved.

Una,

You can always make anything up to me by offering me a drink. Why don't you come over here? That way I'm not completely imposing. I live in Space Mountain. And there's a funny joke to make about that somewhere, but I've run out of them.

-Starbuck

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She raised her eyebrows a bit at the mention of the Master not waiting. So perhaps more than a little crazy....

"I don't think anyone would know what to do, if they've known each other as long as you said. I mean, can't even fathom living for 900 years, let alone knowing one specific person that long." She had always assumed she'd die pretty soon, anyway. No loss to anyone there. "How do they know each other, anyway?"

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"Oh, now that's not fair," Una said good-humouredly. "If you're going to get yourself in a hopeless mess, it ought to at least be a little enjoyable." What happened to her last cigarette? She must have finished it some time ago. She took out another one and offered one to Starbuck. "God knows why we do any of this. Perverse creatures, we humans."

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Well, that signal was pretty clear, wasn't it?

The hand on Starbuck's shoulder moved up to her jaw, more assurance in the touch now, and Una leaned forward, her lips just brushing the other woman's cheek.

Considering they were neither of them entirely sober, this was perhaps not a terribly good idea. Except for the part where it really was. Just one thing that could be uncomplicated. God only knew she needed that.

"Have you ever—?" Quietly, almost a whisper.

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Una chuckled kindly. "I'd ask if you were all right, but I think I know the answer to that already, don't I?" She stroked Starbuck's hair lightly and kissed her cheek.

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

The next morning Starbuck was... really surprised she didn't have a hangover.

But she didn't. In fact, she felt better than she had in a long time. Calmer, really. And thirsty. Yeah, water was in order. But she was a bit too tangled to get at it, and she felt like jostling Una awake would kind of defeat the purpose of everything that had happened last night.

Whoa. Something happened last night. Okay, she'd almost forgotten that, despite her current position. That was how relaxed she was. And by that token, it couldn't have been a bad thing, so why should she been worried about it?

Because Una wasn't awake yet. It was typical Starbuck in that sense. She brushed some hair out of the other woman's face and spoke softly without whispering. "Una. Una, it's morning. Or maybe sometime after morning. I can't really tell."

Well, no one had ever accused her of being a romantic.

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"'Put her here'. You mean, created, or summoned?" Wasn't that an interesting new wrinkle, and it was both intriguing and not a little discomfiting. "Might I inquire as to who the suspect is?"