Happy Hour! (RP for burnandrave and anyone else who wants to join in!)
It was cold. Cold and wet, but it didn't make one bit of difference to Laura as she trudged her way to the first (and thus far only) bar in New Caprica City. Maya had decided to turn in early after spending the better part of a day nursing Isis through a cold. Luckily, Cottle had not had to be called, but Maya had decided to keep a close watch over the baby, practically chasing Laura out of the tent they shared. And since there was really nowhere else to go, Laura decided to take a chance and head for the bar. She'd heard that it was actually a very pleasant place to be.
After all, Tory had been badgering her about keeping up at least a pretense of interest in what was going on. Maybe she'd run into Wally while she was there, or some of Bill's people. He'd asked her to keep an eye on them and so far, the only people she really interacted with on a daily basis were the Tyrols and Kara Thrace.
And Zarek, but she wasn't going to touch that one with a ten-foot pole. She hoped if she kept ignoring the Vice-President, he'd eventually give up and start getting himself together a harem the way Baltar had.
She stepped into the tent, trying to quell her nerves. Already she heard music playing and voices raised in pleasant and stimulating conversation. She supposed it was too early for the drunks to be taking center stage yet.
Okay, so this is taking place on pre-Occupation New Caprica. If it's all the same to you, burnandrave, I was thinking probably about six months after Baltar's groundbreaking ceremony. Also, there's a chance I may reference my post of July 9th in this journal at some point during the game. So let's go back to a time when war and Cylons were the last thing on most people's minds and the biggest problem anyone had was getting Baltar to pay any kind of real attention to anything!