Cocoa Beach, FL | February, 1959 | 14:02

[bingo_faced]

[Post-scuba training, the aspiring astronaut known as Al Calavicci (Bingo, to most,) finds himself held somewhere between satisfyingly tired and exceptionally charged. Knowing Cocoa Beach to be the stomping ground of one Kara Thrace, he hopes to take the time to seek her out before returning to the Cape for more training.]

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[bingo_faced]

Hey, can you spare a smoke? [Smooooth.]

[anekanta]

[She'd know that voice anywhere, but she still makes a show of blocking out the sun and peering up at him.] I might. [Smirks.] What'll you give me for one?

[bingo_faced]

Anything you can find in my pockets. [Somehow straight-faced, but only just.]

[anekanta]

Nah. [Tosses him her half-gone pack.] I don't have all day to spend lookin'.

[anekanta]

[Later that evening...

We come upon the lovers entwined in Kara's bed, sharing a smoke and the same dozy, sated expression. Kara reaches across Bingo to grind out the cigarette and she pauses to lay a chaste kiss against his cheek. When she speaks, her tone is low and her voice is gravelly.] All right, Bingo?

[bingo_faced]

Mm, definitely. [Though his thoughts are far-reaching, he turns to look at her and smiles.] Can say I've never been better.

[anekanta]

[Have a slow grin.] Never, huh? Quite the compliment, sailor.

[bingo_faced]

[Al looks amused.] So, what're ya sayin'? That you like it? You? Tough-as-Nails-Kara?