Stupidity and Moonshine, (Under An Actual Moon, No Less)
Disclaimer - I own nothing of BSG, though I enjoy playing in their sandbox.
Click the link for part one of my New Caprican story. It started off as a drabble, and well, things happen... I've tried to keep it as canon as possible, and hopefully it makes you giggle, at least during the first few parts.
Laura challenges Ellen Tigh to a drinking contest with Starbuck acting as 'chaperone...'
Stupidity and Moonshine, (Under An Actual Moon, No Less)
Laura Roslin knows she’s done some stupid things in her life.
Sleep with Richard Adar. Check.
Avoid mammograms like the plague. Ironic. Also, Check.
Maneuver Gaius Baltar into the Vice-Presidency. Frak. Definitely Check.
Still, challenging Ellen Tigh to a drinking game had to be one of the stupidest.
If only Laura hadn’t been maneuvered into attending Kara Thrace’s kind-of-shower-thing. If only she hadn’t been sucked in by the blatant desperation on Kara’s face. If only she hadn’t found Starbuck’s obvious distress an almost pleasant reminder of life before New Capica. If only being with Starbuck hadn't reminded her of her close friendship with a certain Admiral who resembled the young pilot in every way. Besides, Kara was Bill’s daughter, blood or no blood, and when a close friend’s daughter recruited you as her wingman, you went.
‘Close friend.’ Well, I suppose that’s one way of putting it.
Still, Laura knew that she was being disingenuous. She knew she couldn’t blame her current situation on any of those factors. The fact remained that she was a grown woman, and therefore perfectly capable of behaving herself at a shower/bachelorette/housewarming…thing.
If only Ellen hadn’t started with the snide remarks before they had even gotten through the door. ‘There’s tea on the counter.’ My ass. Obviously, Ellen had no idea the amount of casual drinking that went on in Graduate School, let alone the political arena. If that hadn’t honed Laura’s ability to pop a few and keep standing, the last year with Bill and the crew of the Galactica would have.
Still, Laura knew that she should have listened to the memory of her mother’s constant lectures regarding proper decorum. Let it pass, she would have said, let it go. The part of Laura that had never quite gotten over being the outsider, though, with big glasses and her nose in a book, fell victim to the smirk on Ellen’s face.
Screw it.
If she wants to play, we’ll play.
Laura had quite enjoyed the look of shock on Ellen’s face as she did a shot before grabbing a tumbler of moonshine. The shock on Kara’s face, though, that had nearly given her the giggles. Easy there, Roslin, hold it together. Just to be safe, she filled another tumbler with water and kept it with her.
Things settled down shortly thereafter, or as much as it could, given it was attended by both Ellen and Kara.
The oldest of three daughters, Laura had grown up with women, and she forgot how much fun they could be. Perhaps it was true that she was often more comfortable with men, but there was a certain ease to being with your own.
Or maybe it was simply the enjoyment of watching Starbuck squirm. Laura hadn’t thought that was possible. Maybe there was a use for Ellen, after all; she seemed to be the only one bold enough to break through Kara’s tough shell.
Besides, given the composition of the party, there were quite a number of interesting conversations. It’s an age old truth that where there are men there were be conversations about women, and where there are women… In Laura’s opinion, the conversations women had were just as open, even if the tone could be different. In any case, given the composition of the party, there was certainly plenty to talk about. The men involved with Starbuck, Dualla, Ellen and Cally were pretty, well, pretty.
And those were the conversations that took place in the open. She had to stop herself from imagining what Sharon Valerii’s contribution to the discussion might be. Bill had been trying to convince her for a while now that the Sharon on Galactica might actually be someone they could trust, but she wasn’t quite buying that yet. Still, she knew Kara and Sharon had been close, and she had to admit, her contribution to this party would have been interesting. Helo, was, after all, pretty damned fine.
Frak! Don’t imagine Cylon-human sex. Ahh!
She knew it took place, obviously, but there was knowing, and then there was imagining.
Clearly, she needed to cut back on the moonshine. Still, all in all, a good time was had by all, and as the party wound down, leaving Laura with Ellen and Kara, she was beginning to think that she had been over-exaggerating the whole thing.
Maybe we should do this more often.
‘So, Laura…’
Then again, maybe not…
Ellen had the bit firmly between her teeth. ‘There is so much that people don’t know about you, so many questions that your adoring public would like to ask.’
Laura tried to stop the mischievous genie in her brain from popping out.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
Luckily, she kept that particular gem to her internal monologue.
‘That’s the advantage of being out of public office, Ellen.’ One of many. ‘I don’t have to cater to public whims.’
Unfortunately, she could resist only so much.
‘Seriously, Laura, it’s just us girls here. Come on, spill. Earth. The visions. The Cure. Cain. Bill. Baltar. Let us in on just a few of your secrets.’
Frak it.
‘You show me yours, Ellen, I’ll show you mine.’
Kara, to her credit, and despite the large amount of booze she’d drank, tried to nip it in the bud. ‘Uhhh…well, this has been fun, but we really should- ’
‘Relax Kara, lighten up. Laura knows she can trust us.’
Kara leaned over and tried to talk some sense into her Glorious Leader.
‘What the frak are you doing? Ellen? Do you want all of your frakking secrets all over the fleet? I sure as hell wouldn’t!’
‘Relax, Ellen can be trusted can’t you, Ellen? As you said, we’re all friends here. And we’ve all got skin in the game.’
‘Yeah, but Ellen doesn’t care who knows her frakking life.’
‘Oh, Kara. We all care what people think. And we all have secrets. Now sit back, enjoy your shower, and let the adults play.’
More to come...
Click the link for part one of my New Caprican story. It started off as a drabble, and well, things happen... I've tried to keep it as canon as possible, and hopefully it makes you giggle, at least during the first few parts.
Laura challenges Ellen Tigh to a drinking contest with Starbuck acting as 'chaperone...'
Stupidity and Moonshine, (Under An Actual Moon, No Less)
Laura Roslin knows she’s done some stupid things in her life.
Sleep with Richard Adar. Check.
Avoid mammograms like the plague. Ironic. Also, Check.
Maneuver Gaius Baltar into the Vice-Presidency. Frak. Definitely Check.
Still, challenging Ellen Tigh to a drinking game had to be one of the stupidest.
If only Laura hadn’t been maneuvered into attending Kara Thrace’s kind-of-shower-thing. If only she hadn’t been sucked in by the blatant desperation on Kara’s face. If only she hadn’t found Starbuck’s obvious distress an almost pleasant reminder of life before New Capica. If only being with Starbuck hadn't reminded her of her close friendship with a certain Admiral who resembled the young pilot in every way. Besides, Kara was Bill’s daughter, blood or no blood, and when a close friend’s daughter recruited you as her wingman, you went.
‘Close friend.’ Well, I suppose that’s one way of putting it.
Still, Laura knew that she was being disingenuous. She knew she couldn’t blame her current situation on any of those factors. The fact remained that she was a grown woman, and therefore perfectly capable of behaving herself at a shower/bachelorette/housewarming…thing.
If only Ellen hadn’t started with the snide remarks before they had even gotten through the door. ‘There’s tea on the counter.’ My ass. Obviously, Ellen had no idea the amount of casual drinking that went on in Graduate School, let alone the political arena. If that hadn’t honed Laura’s ability to pop a few and keep standing, the last year with Bill and the crew of the Galactica would have.
Still, Laura knew that she should have listened to the memory of her mother’s constant lectures regarding proper decorum. Let it pass, she would have said, let it go. The part of Laura that had never quite gotten over being the outsider, though, with big glasses and her nose in a book, fell victim to the smirk on Ellen’s face.
Screw it.
If she wants to play, we’ll play.
Laura had quite enjoyed the look of shock on Ellen’s face as she did a shot before grabbing a tumbler of moonshine. The shock on Kara’s face, though, that had nearly given her the giggles. Easy there, Roslin, hold it together. Just to be safe, she filled another tumbler with water and kept it with her.
Things settled down shortly thereafter, or as much as it could, given it was attended by both Ellen and Kara.
The oldest of three daughters, Laura had grown up with women, and she forgot how much fun they could be. Perhaps it was true that she was often more comfortable with men, but there was a certain ease to being with your own.
Or maybe it was simply the enjoyment of watching Starbuck squirm. Laura hadn’t thought that was possible. Maybe there was a use for Ellen, after all; she seemed to be the only one bold enough to break through Kara’s tough shell.
Besides, given the composition of the party, there were quite a number of interesting conversations. It’s an age old truth that where there are men there were be conversations about women, and where there are women… In Laura’s opinion, the conversations women had were just as open, even if the tone could be different. In any case, given the composition of the party, there was certainly plenty to talk about. The men involved with Starbuck, Dualla, Ellen and Cally were pretty, well, pretty.
And those were the conversations that took place in the open. She had to stop herself from imagining what Sharon Valerii’s contribution to the discussion might be. Bill had been trying to convince her for a while now that the Sharon on Galactica might actually be someone they could trust, but she wasn’t quite buying that yet. Still, she knew Kara and Sharon had been close, and she had to admit, her contribution to this party would have been interesting. Helo, was, after all, pretty damned fine.
Frak! Don’t imagine Cylon-human sex. Ahh!
She knew it took place, obviously, but there was knowing, and then there was imagining.
Clearly, she needed to cut back on the moonshine. Still, all in all, a good time was had by all, and as the party wound down, leaving Laura with Ellen and Kara, she was beginning to think that she had been over-exaggerating the whole thing.
Maybe we should do this more often.
‘So, Laura…’
Then again, maybe not…
Ellen had the bit firmly between her teeth. ‘There is so much that people don’t know about you, so many questions that your adoring public would like to ask.’
Laura tried to stop the mischievous genie in her brain from popping out.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
Luckily, she kept that particular gem to her internal monologue.
‘That’s the advantage of being out of public office, Ellen.’ One of many. ‘I don’t have to cater to public whims.’
Unfortunately, she could resist only so much.
‘Seriously, Laura, it’s just us girls here. Come on, spill. Earth. The visions. The Cure. Cain. Bill. Baltar. Let us in on just a few of your secrets.’
Frak it.
‘You show me yours, Ellen, I’ll show you mine.’
Kara, to her credit, and despite the large amount of booze she’d drank, tried to nip it in the bud. ‘Uhhh…well, this has been fun, but we really should- ’
‘Relax Kara, lighten up. Laura knows she can trust us.’
Kara leaned over and tried to talk some sense into her Glorious Leader.
‘What the frak are you doing? Ellen? Do you want all of your frakking secrets all over the fleet? I sure as hell wouldn’t!’
‘Relax, Ellen can be trusted can’t you, Ellen? As you said, we’re all friends here. And we’ve all got skin in the game.’
‘Yeah, but Ellen doesn’t care who knows her frakking life.’
‘Oh, Kara. We all care what people think. And we all have secrets. Now sit back, enjoy your shower, and let the adults play.’
More to come...