I kinda... Don't really see Pilots dating much. They just sorta fall into each other, and the closest thing that comes to a date happens almost accidentally.
Lee: You got anything tonight? Kara: Not really. A little puttering. Lee: So... How about dinner? Kara: Gods, not that horrible Italian place. Lee: It's not that... Alright, fine. Where do you want to go then? Kara: (names a bar she likes)
They go, they nom pub fare, the band is good (which Kara expected, otherwise it wouldn't be one of her favorite bars) so they drag each other out onto the dance floor and voila. Date.
Kara reread the printed message in her hand for the umpteenth time. Something about it didn't sit right.
~~~ From: Captain Adama To: Lieutenant Thrace
Subject: Cloud Nine recon op
Starbuck,
Meet Racetrack and Skulls in the hanger bay for immediate transport to Cloud Nine. Bring civilian clothes and an overnight bag for undercover work. SitRep- top clearance. Will debrief upon arrival.
Apollo ~~~
The note could have come from any superior officer and been perfectly believable at face value. The problem was, the note hadn't come from Tigh, or the Commander, or just any other officer. No, it had come from Lee. And she and Lee had made a bit of game, in recent months, of using military-speak to obfuscate the details of their illicit hookups. What is he up to?
Odds were pretty good he was up to something. At the very least, he must have chuckled to himself when he typed "debrief", because they'd used it before - with less than military results. Only one way to find out, she thought, and grabbed her kit and a change of
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*runs off to plan piloty dates*
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Great start. I do hope you finish it.
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You rock, girl. Hee. Hee. Hee.
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Lee: You got anything tonight?
Kara: Not really. A little puttering.
Lee: So... How about dinner?
Kara: Gods, not that horrible Italian place.
Lee: It's not that... Alright, fine. Where do you want to go then?
Kara: (names a bar she likes)
They go, they nom pub fare, the band is good (which Kara expected, otherwise it wouldn't be one of her favorite bars) so they drag each other out onto the dance floor and voila. Date.
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~~~
From: Captain Adama
To: Lieutenant Thrace
Subject: Cloud Nine recon op
Starbuck,
Meet Racetrack and Skulls in the hanger bay for immediate transport to Cloud Nine. Bring civilian clothes and an overnight bag for undercover work. SitRep- top clearance. Will debrief upon arrival.
Apollo
~~~
The note could have come from any superior officer and been perfectly believable at face value. The problem was, the note hadn't come from Tigh, or the Commander, or just any other officer. No, it had come from Lee. And she and Lee had made a bit of game, in recent months, of using military-speak to obfuscate the details of their illicit hookups. What is he up to?
Odds were pretty good he was up to something. At the very least, he must have chuckled to himself when he typed "debrief", because they'd used it before - with less than military results. Only one way to find out, she thought, and grabbed her kit and a change of ( ... )
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STOP TEASING!!!!!!!!!!:)
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