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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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Aliens. Two of them who...

"Wait, are these those guys?" she asked, finding it much harder to recall the incidents she needed than she would have liked. Drinking more wasn't bound to make it better, but it didn't stop her from taking another healthy sip. "The, um, the... gods, they were both real pieces of work." Well, that didn't sound very flattering. "Not in a bad way, I mean. They were just both a little..." She made a wavy hand motion. Not quite sure what that was meant to communicate, but it was the closest she could come to making sense of what was in her head.

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

All right, she was definitely well on her way out of the land of the sober, because Starbuck's gesture made her burst out laughing. But in some deeply strange way, that summed it right up.

"That's it exactly," she said. "Pieces of work, oh yes. Very—" She imitated the handwave. "How'd you meet them?"

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

She was glad she hadn't touched on anything the wrong way, at least. "Well, I met the, uh... the Master, that's right. I met him sort of randomly, when I making lunch in one of the restaurants. Guess he was just looking around, checking things out, I got the impression he hadn't been around for long. He was... well, to be honest, he struck me as the kinda guy who comes off all nice and easy and smiles, and then you turn your back and he pulls out a choke chain, or something equally disturbing." She really shouldn't be judging, since they hadn't even talked that long, just something about.... "You'd know better, I'm sure."

She just wasn't all that bad at picking up crazy in people since she had her fair share of it too.

"Apparently Sador," she motioned to where the dog was now lying on her side next to Una, "attacked him or something, because then the other one confronted me at a party about it. He didn't seem to care much after she started slobbering all over him." She reached over and tapped the dog's nose. "He was funny, though. And he could hold his liquor, which was more fun for me."

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She was a little surprised that she hadn't heard anything from the Master about getting attacked by a dog, because that seemed like one of those things that he would have bitched about at some length. Then again, it was entirely likely that he simply had other things on his mind at the time and never got around to bringing it up.

"The Doctor," she said. "That's the other one. He is funny. And sweet, and utterly impossible sometimes. You're not far off about the Master. Sometimes he doesn't even wait for you to turn around." She sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. "Sometimes I just don't know what to do about them. Well. Most of the time, really."