Even with his nose in a bottle he can tell which way the wind blows

[frakcancer]

longlivelaura 's a greedy girl, so the drabbles continue.

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Ellen stumbled onto the sandbag next to Roslin.

"She drunk?" Bill asked Saul.

"Aren't we all?"

"Not drunk enough," Ellen said.

Roslin struggled to sit. "Maybe I should just--"

Ellen pushed her down. "Stay. You look so comfy, snuggled in to Bill like that. He's awful nice to curl into, isn't he?"

Roslin answered in her schoolteacher tone. "I wouldn't presume…"

"That's not what Saul says."

Bill looked up at his friend. "Saul?"

"Your quarters never used to smell like--"

Roslin interrupted. "That would be me."

"That's what Saul said," Ellen smirked.

"The incense, I meant."

"Of course."