Late Night Stroll
Title: Late Night Stroll
Author: bugs
Word Count: 300
taxiverse #16
~*~
Bill and Erin walked the few blocks from the wine bar to her apartment.
He stood on the sidewalk while she opened her building's door. "It was nice meeting you," he said. "I'll call you--"
She cut him off with a knowing smile. "That battle taught me that timing is everything. Timing put me on Armistice Station instead of the Pegasus when the nuke hit. Doesn't seem to be on my side today."
Grateful, Bill stepped up on the stoop and gave her a goodbye kiss.
The evening was mountain-air cool. Turning up his collar, he wandered, finding himself before the large resort where Laura Roslin was staying. He looked up at the high towers with their scattered lights.
Shoving his cold hands in his pockets, he kept walking. He lit a rare cigarette while waiting for the street light. He was a damn fool. He'd just treated a very fine woman shabbily. He deserved just what he was about to get; another night on the narrow bed of the hostel.
But when the light changed, he turned his back on it and headed down the alley behind the resort's main building.
The scent of his cigarette smoke turned pungent. He looked around, and spotted a familiar female form huddled in a dim stairwell, taking a toke.
Tossing aside his own cigarette, he strode to her. "You know, I'm beginning to doubt this whole nausea story. What the hell are you doing?"
She peered at him belligerently with red-rimmed eyes. "Room's damn smoke alarm can't be shut off."
"For gods' sake, you're the frakking Secretary of Education. What if the press got your picture? The president saw you?" he lectured, but before he could really get going, she pulled him close to her on the stairs, and into a kiss.
~end
Author: bugs
Word Count: 300
taxiverse #16
~*~
Bill and Erin walked the few blocks from the wine bar to her apartment.
He stood on the sidewalk while she opened her building's door. "It was nice meeting you," he said. "I'll call you--"
She cut him off with a knowing smile. "That battle taught me that timing is everything. Timing put me on Armistice Station instead of the Pegasus when the nuke hit. Doesn't seem to be on my side today."
Grateful, Bill stepped up on the stoop and gave her a goodbye kiss.
The evening was mountain-air cool. Turning up his collar, he wandered, finding himself before the large resort where Laura Roslin was staying. He looked up at the high towers with their scattered lights.
Shoving his cold hands in his pockets, he kept walking. He lit a rare cigarette while waiting for the street light. He was a damn fool. He'd just treated a very fine woman shabbily. He deserved just what he was about to get; another night on the narrow bed of the hostel.
But when the light changed, he turned his back on it and headed down the alley behind the resort's main building.
The scent of his cigarette smoke turned pungent. He looked around, and spotted a familiar female form huddled in a dim stairwell, taking a toke.
Tossing aside his own cigarette, he strode to her. "You know, I'm beginning to doubt this whole nausea story. What the hell are you doing?"
She peered at him belligerently with red-rimmed eyes. "Room's damn smoke alarm can't be shut off."
"For gods' sake, you're the frakking Secretary of Education. What if the press got your picture? The president saw you?" he lectured, but before he could really get going, she pulled him close to her on the stairs, and into a kiss.
~end