Title: Pink Tink
Author: kastari
Summary: Roslin couldn’t imagine their story.
Characters: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 100
Timeframe: ‘Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down’ post dinner party.
Author’s Note: Written for the 26th
ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Strawberry daiquiri & lust dust compliments of
angeltrisha9. I thought she listed two separate prompts, so I’m rolling with that.
bsg_aussiegirl said I could.
lacklusterfic, this one's for you.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Pink Tink
“How did they ever meet?”
“You won’t think any less of her if I tell you?”
“How could I possibly think any less of her than I already do?”
“At a strip club.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“Sweet Temptations. She was a dancer. He bought her a strawberry daiquiri. A short pink skirt, four inch heels, artfully tousled blonde hair. All sparkly with love dust, she gave him a special to thank him. He was hooked.”
“Lust dust.”
“What?”
“It’s called lust dust. Flavored body glitter.”
“You know about lust dust?”
“I went to college. And I can dance.”
~finis~