~BSG: Five O'Clock Somewhere
Title: Five O’Clock Somewhere
Author: kastari
Summary: His eye just about popped out of his head. The military was in bed with the government.
Characters: Saul Tigh, Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 100
Time Frame: ‘The Oath’
Author’s Note: Written for the 34th ar_drabbles challenge--Canon Dialogue. Prompt: Rumors. Thanks redrockcan for my icon.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Five O'Clock Somewhere.
Barefoot, wearing a green headscarf and Bill’s brown robe, she emerged from the bedroom.
“Hello, Colonel.”
Saul looked up.
Adama hit that.
About time.
“Madame President,” he stammered.
“How’s it going?”
“I’ll be up there in a minute,” Adama said.
Considering the President’s current state of dress, Tigh doubted it.
It was their morning after and he was the one who needed a drink. Thank the gods his quarters were close.
One bottle, two glasses.
Saul poured.
“Here’s to you, Old Man.” He smiled, pinged his glass against the other, and tossed the shot back.
It was five o’clock somewhere.
~finis~
Author: kastari
Summary: His eye just about popped out of his head. The military was in bed with the government.
Characters: Saul Tigh, Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 100
Time Frame: ‘The Oath’
Author’s Note: Written for the 34th ar_drabbles challenge--Canon Dialogue. Prompt: Rumors. Thanks redrockcan for my icon.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Five O'Clock Somewhere.
Barefoot, wearing a green headscarf and Bill’s brown robe, she emerged from the bedroom.
“Hello, Colonel.”
Saul looked up.
Adama hit that.
About time.
“Madame President,” he stammered.
“How’s it going?”
“I’ll be up there in a minute,” Adama said.
Considering the President’s current state of dress, Tigh doubted it.
It was their morning after and he was the one who needed a drink. Thank the gods his quarters were close.
One bottle, two glasses.
Saul poured.
“Here’s to you, Old Man.” He smiled, pinged his glass against the other, and tossed the shot back.
It was five o’clock somewhere.
~finis~