~BSG: Purgatory
Title: Purgatory
Author: kastari
Summary: She was gonna rock his world.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 40th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Alternate universe. Thanks to frakcancer who made me those fabulous 5 birthday vids. This drabble’s for you. And I steal your crown of FIRST! for this round. NO, I FRAKKIN' DON'T! I wasn't home when bsg_aussiegirl posted the new challenge. I was posting mine & she posted hers before I could get it on the comm. No tiara for me. Thank the gods, eh? *snort* But this drabble really is for you.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Purgatory
They called themselves Pacific Ocean.
Three decent looking guys in the band, she only had eyes for one-the guitarist and lead vocalist, Willie Joseph.
The crisp white button down shirt, the tight jeans, his smile, those killer blue eyes-he actually had a decent voice. While she wasn’t particularly in love with his long brown hair down to his ass, he did have a nice ass. And the night he ripped his shirt off on stage, surely he was trying to kill her.
The music was head banging loud.
The bright lights of the small stage blinding him, he squinted and glanced out into the crowd, searching the sea of faces.
There she was-a fervent follower and always alone.
Red hair, green eyes.
He definitely had a thing for redheads.
The set over, she pushed her way through the throng of fans. “I’m Laura Roslin. I loved your cover of “I Wanna Testify.” She smiled and handed him a bottle of beer.
“Thanks,” he rasped.
She dove straight into the surf.
“Do you guys have a manager?”
“No.”
“You need one. I’m your gal.”
He smiled. She wasn’t now, but she would be. She most definitely would be…
~finis~
Author: kastari
Summary: She was gonna rock his world.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 40th ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Alternate universe. Thanks to frakcancer who made me those fabulous 5 birthday vids. This drabble’s for you. And I steal your crown of FIRST! for this round. NO, I FRAKKIN' DON'T! I wasn't home when bsg_aussiegirl posted the new challenge. I was posting mine & she posted hers before I could get it on the comm. No tiara for me. Thank the gods, eh? *snort* But this drabble really is for you.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Purgatory
They called themselves Pacific Ocean.
Three decent looking guys in the band, she only had eyes for one-the guitarist and lead vocalist, Willie Joseph.
The crisp white button down shirt, the tight jeans, his smile, those killer blue eyes-he actually had a decent voice. While she wasn’t particularly in love with his long brown hair down to his ass, he did have a nice ass. And the night he ripped his shirt off on stage, surely he was trying to kill her.
The music was head banging loud.
The bright lights of the small stage blinding him, he squinted and glanced out into the crowd, searching the sea of faces.
There she was-a fervent follower and always alone.
Red hair, green eyes.
He definitely had a thing for redheads.
The set over, she pushed her way through the throng of fans. “I’m Laura Roslin. I loved your cover of “I Wanna Testify.” She smiled and handed him a bottle of beer.
“Thanks,” he rasped.
She dove straight into the surf.
“Do you guys have a manager?”
“No.”
“You need one. I’m your gal.”
He smiled. She wasn’t now, but she would be. She most definitely would be…
~finis~