~BSG: Winning
Title: Winning
Author: kastari
Summary: There is no such thing as too much fun. ~Charlie Sheen
Characters: Adama/Roslin, Saul Tigh, Cottle
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
Author’s Note: Written for the 51st ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Write a fic set in sickbay.
Additional Note: Thanks to redrockcan. For the bitchin' icon & that little idea...
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Winning
Sickbay was quiet.
She padded her way toward the small sliver of light coming from Cottle’s office. The door slightly ajar, she pushed it open and stepped into the tiny, cramped room.
The air was smoky. Spent liquor bottles too numerous to count littered the small space.
They sat around a small table.
All three of her boys were comfortably lit.
“Madame President,” Saul greeted hesitantly, hiding behind the formality and hoping she wouldn’t notice they were drunk off their asses.
Bill looked up from his hand. “You okay?” he slurred.
“Are you? I missed you. Couldn’t sleep and wondered if there was a doctor in the house." She stood with her hands on her hips. “Tell me you don’t live in this rat hole, Sherman.”
A cigarette hanging precariously from his lower lip, he looked up at her through a cloud of smoke. “And what if I do?”
She had never seen the doctor sans his lab coat. “Now that’s rather gangster looking.”
Cottle’s pack of smokes was rolled into the sleeve of his t-shirt.
“Why Sherman, is that a tat?”
“Never you mind about any spot of ink you think you might see,” he groused, reaching for his white jacket.
So the good doctor was inked. She smiled. Sherman Cottle was a very mysterious man. “Well, since I’m already up, perhaps you boys might be interested in a foursome.”
Saul’s eye popped.
Bill laughed.
Cottle grunted.
“Would you like to join us for a little Triad, Madame President?” Bill asked.
She snorted.
“Triad? You’re not serious. How about Tauron Five Card Draw? I’d have thought that’s the game the Big Dogs played. This bitch certainly can.”
Saul’s eye popped.
Bill laughed.
Cottle grunted. He slowly pushed the empty chair out with his foot. “Have a seat, Madame President.”
~finis~
Author: kastari
Summary: There is no such thing as too much fun. ~Charlie Sheen
Characters: Adama/Roslin, Saul Tigh, Cottle
Rating: T
Word Count: 300
Author’s Note: Written for the 51st ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Write a fic set in sickbay.
Additional Note: Thanks to redrockcan. For the bitchin' icon & that little idea...
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Winning
Sickbay was quiet.
She padded her way toward the small sliver of light coming from Cottle’s office. The door slightly ajar, she pushed it open and stepped into the tiny, cramped room.
The air was smoky. Spent liquor bottles too numerous to count littered the small space.
They sat around a small table.
All three of her boys were comfortably lit.
“Madame President,” Saul greeted hesitantly, hiding behind the formality and hoping she wouldn’t notice they were drunk off their asses.
Bill looked up from his hand. “You okay?” he slurred.
“Are you? I missed you. Couldn’t sleep and wondered if there was a doctor in the house." She stood with her hands on her hips. “Tell me you don’t live in this rat hole, Sherman.”
A cigarette hanging precariously from his lower lip, he looked up at her through a cloud of smoke. “And what if I do?”
She had never seen the doctor sans his lab coat. “Now that’s rather gangster looking.”
Cottle’s pack of smokes was rolled into the sleeve of his t-shirt.
“Why Sherman, is that a tat?”
“Never you mind about any spot of ink you think you might see,” he groused, reaching for his white jacket.
So the good doctor was inked. She smiled. Sherman Cottle was a very mysterious man. “Well, since I’m already up, perhaps you boys might be interested in a foursome.”
Saul’s eye popped.
Bill laughed.
Cottle grunted.
“Would you like to join us for a little Triad, Madame President?” Bill asked.
She snorted.
“Triad? You’re not serious. How about Tauron Five Card Draw? I’d have thought that’s the game the Big Dogs played. This bitch certainly can.”
Saul’s eye popped.
Bill laughed.
Cottle grunted. He slowly pushed the empty chair out with his foot. “Have a seat, Madame President.”
~finis~