~BSG: enterrement de vie de garcon, la deuxieme partie
Title: enterrement de vie de garcon, la deuxieme partie
Author: kastari
Summary: Who let the dogs out?
Characters: Adama, Cottle, Tigh
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 11th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Bill’s Tauron heritage. With all the desire & begging, I couldn’t leave you guys hanging. Here’s your sequel drabble to: “enterrement de vie de garcon” Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
enterrement de vie de garcon, la deuxieme partie
His XO and his CMO stared at him, dumbstruck.
Jack raised an eyebrow, interrupting their perfect tableau vivant performance. The tip of his coffin nail glowing orange, he took a deep, uninterrupted breath and inhaled the entire cigarette in a single drag.
Saul’s eye almost popped out of his head. “Say what?” he squawked. “Before getting…”
“Married,” Bill repeated.
“That engagement-a definite battlefield,” Cottle said. “Does she know?”
“She doesn’t exactly believe in marriage,” Bill admitted.
“Roslin? Oh, that’s rich,” Saul mocked. “You’ve already travelled down the Caprican yellow brick road with Carolanne. That was a train wreck. What makes you think this hook-up will be any different?”
“I’ve always had a thing for redheads.”
Tigh’s eye narrowed. “She’s trouble, that woman.”
“Aren’t they all? Come on, Saul. You’ll always be my number one.” Bill put his arm around Tigh, hugging him close.
“Get the frak off me.”
“I love her.”
Jack pulled out another cigarette. “And she loves you.”
Bill tossed Cottle his silver lighter again. “Ya think?”
“I know.”
“It’s a good lighter.”
“She’s a good woman. And I say we get this bullshit Tauron custom under way, shall we?”
All three friends raised their shot glasses.
~finis~
Author: kastari
Summary: Who let the dogs out?
Characters: Adama, Cottle, Tigh
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 11th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Bill’s Tauron heritage. With all the desire & begging, I couldn’t leave you guys hanging. Here’s your sequel drabble to: “enterrement de vie de garcon” Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
enterrement de vie de garcon, la deuxieme partie
His XO and his CMO stared at him, dumbstruck.
Jack raised an eyebrow, interrupting their perfect tableau vivant performance. The tip of his coffin nail glowing orange, he took a deep, uninterrupted breath and inhaled the entire cigarette in a single drag.
Saul’s eye almost popped out of his head. “Say what?” he squawked. “Before getting…”
“Married,” Bill repeated.
“That engagement-a definite battlefield,” Cottle said. “Does she know?”
“She doesn’t exactly believe in marriage,” Bill admitted.
“Roslin? Oh, that’s rich,” Saul mocked. “You’ve already travelled down the Caprican yellow brick road with Carolanne. That was a train wreck. What makes you think this hook-up will be any different?”
“I’ve always had a thing for redheads.”
Tigh’s eye narrowed. “She’s trouble, that woman.”
“Aren’t they all? Come on, Saul. You’ll always be my number one.” Bill put his arm around Tigh, hugging him close.
“Get the frak off me.”
“I love her.”
Jack pulled out another cigarette. “And she loves you.”
Bill tossed Cottle his silver lighter again. “Ya think?”
“I know.”
“It’s a good lighter.”
“She’s a good woman. And I say we get this bullshit Tauron custom under way, shall we?”
All three friends raised their shot glasses.
~finis~