~BSG: Coat Check
Title: Coat Check
Author: kastari
Summary: A coat check provides your guests a safe and secure location to store their outerwear and belongings, giving them hassle-free peace of mind to enjoy your event. But a ready room can also do the trick.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Timeframe: The Mini-Series
Rating: T
Word Count: 100
Author’s Note: Written for the 24th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Alternate universe. Thanks to frakcancer for giving me the idea of taking Season :04 Laura & Bill & plunking them down somewhere else.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Coat Check
He sat alone at the bar. She sidled up beside him.
“Hey fly-boy, you single?”
He grunted.
“Is there a coat check?”
He was drunk, but he wasn’t that drunk. She didn’t have a coat.
“I have no idea. I didn’t have anything to do with planning this little soiree.”
“Certainly there’s a ready room on this relic.”
He sobered for a moment. It didn’t last long.
“I’m the admiral. I have a ready room.”
“Let’s go.” She stood, pulling him up with her.
“Where?”
“To your ready room.”
“For what?”
“The horizontal mambo. Rumor has it you can dance.”
~finis~
Author: kastari
Summary: A coat check provides your guests a safe and secure location to store their outerwear and belongings, giving them hassle-free peace of mind to enjoy your event. But a ready room can also do the trick.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Timeframe: The Mini-Series
Rating: T
Word Count: 100
Author’s Note: Written for the 24th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Alternate universe. Thanks to frakcancer for giving me the idea of taking Season :04 Laura & Bill & plunking them down somewhere else.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Coat Check
He sat alone at the bar. She sidled up beside him.
“Hey fly-boy, you single?”
He grunted.
“Is there a coat check?”
He was drunk, but he wasn’t that drunk. She didn’t have a coat.
“I have no idea. I didn’t have anything to do with planning this little soiree.”
“Certainly there’s a ready room on this relic.”
He sobered for a moment. It didn’t last long.
“I’m the admiral. I have a ready room.”
“Let’s go.” She stood, pulling him up with her.
“Where?”
“To your ready room.”
“For what?”
“The horizontal mambo. Rumor has it you can dance.”
~finis~