Desmond Miles £ 002

[failssassin]

Who: failssassin and somarium !!!
Where: The Fire in the Hole club in Somni
Style: Starts in third, but either is fine with me
Status: OPEN!!! Come drink your sorrows away!!
Warning: Desmond has a foul mouth, so language.

'Thump thump thump thump'

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[havemyflaws]

Because she kind of didn't pay her bar tabs when she went out with Niall that one time, Kara had been looking for a couple of new places to drink. And she might have been looking around for Locke to make sure he hadn't passed out in a ditch or been stabbed or mugged or something.

If anyone asked - which they wouldn't - she'd feign concern for the lone clothes.

Strolling into the bar she took a seat, shrugging off the jacket she was wearing for the cold weather. For a few minutes she let the music wash over her, nodding her head to the beat and glancing around before she tapped the bar to get the attention of the bartender, perhaps raising an eyebrow: that face looked damn familiar to her too.

"Beer, the colder the better. And good stuff, not the watered down kiddy crap." There was a small smile though; drinking at a bar was better than drinking in the apartment at the same table Locke had stormed out from.

Little asshole was getting an ass kicking as soon as she tracked him down.

[failssassin]

The knocking on the bar picked his attention and Desmond looked up from the glass he had been cleaning. The flock of blond hair briefly reminded him of Lucy, but as soon as the woman opened her mouth, he knew the resemblance stopped at the hair color. The way she spoke made him smile slightly, the curl almost unnoticeable in the dark atmosphere of the bar. For a moment, he thought he saw recognition pass over her features, but shrugged the thought away. She couldn't know him, right?

He put the martini glass with the rest of the clean ones and grabbed a pint glass, rinsing it before he poured a brown colored beer from the draft tap. Cutting the climbing foam with a spatula, he served the glass to the young woman:

"Here. I've never heard of it before, so I'm guessing it's a home brew. It should be to your taste." It was strong and full bodied. Nothing like the watered crap she didn't want.

[havemyflaws]

"Plenty used to home brew; so long as it doesn't taste of whatever it was brewed in, I'm happy." Yes, Chief had done the best with the supplies at hand and the Galactica moonshine had done it's job, leaving you blind drink with enough of it.

And no, she didn't know Desmond but she'd had a game of Pyramid with his much better looking Italian double.

"New around here?" This seemed about time for new arrivals to start showing up after all - first two weeks of every month, give or take. "I'm Kara, Kara Thrace."

[failssassin]

"Don't worry, it's not that bad." At least he didn't thought so

[havemyflaws]

Well he would get a point at least for the beer because it was better than she'd expected and definitely better than anything lurking around in the back of her fridge.

Oh you don't know what Kara's into. Hint: it's not you. Just kidding.

"Lucky guess; I know a lot of the bars in the city," or they knew her at least, "and I didn't know your face. Besides, every month for a few weeks a whole raft of newcomers show up, most of them squawking and bitching." She took another drink and pulled a cigar from her pocket, lighting it up and blowing the smoke the opposite direction from Desmond. "Anyway, my line of work, you can tell who's wet behind the ears, so to speak."

And she missed having a new batch of nuggets to torture. Locke was annoyingly good at ignoring her when she shouted and she doubted he'd take a damn word to heart and be on the verge of pissing himself if he got on her bad side. Malik had been as bad in that respect too.

"Where you from then Desmond?"

[failssassin]

Somehow, it wasn't really hard for Desmond to imagine Kara as a bar hopper. But by the speed she was drinking her glass, he could tell she wasn't in for the dancing. He watched as she lit up cigar and grabbed an ashtray, placing it in front of her.

"Yeah. It's hard to imagine that people would be happy to be forcefully taken from their home and thrown in a place that they can leave." And now he knew doubly how it felt. Still didn't change how much it sucked.

"What do you do?" Her comment made him curious enough to ask.

"America. Somewhere in the year 2012. What about you, Kara?"

[havemyflaws]

If Desmond ever actually asked about the dancing, he might be surprised about the answer, the same way Lee had when he'd seen her at Cloud 9 on Colonial Day. If she was in the mood and the music was right and the guy was good enough, she'd dance

[failssassin]

Maybe one of these days, he watched her dance from the sidelines. Because he really can't dance. Much

[havemyflaws]

No watching from the sidelines crap; if Kara danced and Desmond was around, he'd get dragged up with her if there was no one else around. Man up

[failssassin]

Fine. At least Shaun wasn't around to crack jokes about his moves.

His surprise and the fact that he was impressed had nothing to do with her gender, actually. He was the first one to give credits to anyone when they deserved it. He had been saved, twice now, from certain death by a female Assassin after all. Desmond had long learned that gender had nothing to do with skills. No, Kara simply didn't fit with how he'd imagine Air Force pilots. Though that image might have been a little crooked from the teachings of his parents.

He grabbed her glass and refilled it, giving her another surprised look:

"Shit, you meant 'Outer Space'?" How far into the future was she coming from? He pushed the glass back in front of her, a small frown at the mention of Earth.

"Is Earth all right?" Sorry, he had to ask. The fact that she knew the planet obviously meant that it still existed in her time, but in which state? Had they been able to stop the oncoming Armageddon? Or was it just a toasted ball of dirt now?

[havemyflaws]

Well, she'd received her callsign after her first stint in the brig for drunk and disorderly conduct and then there had been her brief stint on another battlestar that had almost ended with a court martial

[failssassin]

"Wow. I'm sorry. It's just a bit hard to imagine. Sounds like a sci-fi movie." This world really pulled all sorts of people, didn't it?

At the faintest trace of her flinching, Desmond almost regretted having asked about Earth. She didn't seem to have good memories of it, which made him worry briefly.

And then she simply voiced out his worst fear. The bartender looked down at his own glass, lips thinning out in anger, before draining it. So they failed. Even if the world hadn't die because of the sun, it still had vanished in smoke. What was the point of saving mankind if it's just going to stay stupid and waste the gift it was given?

"That really sucks" was all he could muster before filling his glass again. That deserved another drink. Though if Kara was here, that meant that there was still humans out there, right? Wasn't that something to rejoice?

"So we're a dying species in your own time?" Though it would probably have been better to change subject, he can't help but ask that question.

[havemyflaws]

"I wish it was a movie. Bypassed our defences and boom, from a population of fifty billion to fifty thousand, on the run, Cylons on our asses." Her hand slipped into her pocket and she ground the cigar out with more force than was strictly necessary as she clenched the bullet she carried all the time, letting the edges dig into her palm before she set her hand back on the bar again

[failssassin]

He had no idea who or what the Cylons were, but it was easy to understand that they weren't very friendly.

"I'm really sorry to hear that." That was all he could say, really. There wasn't much one could say to another when they learned of their kind being on the brink of extinction.

Taking another sip of his beer, Desmond this time searched for a new subject to discuss. Though depressing subjects were good for business, since it made the customer drink more, he didn't want to hear more about humankind's failings. It made him drink and he really couldn't get drunk on his first week of work if he wanted to keep his job.

"That guy you work, Cid, he's building a spaceship?" Did this world had the technology for it?

[havemyflaws]

The Cylons really weren't booze talk but if it came up again, she'd gladly explain that. And the whole 'oh I married a Cylon who had no idea he was a Cylon' part. That was a real kick in the Gods damned teeth.

She just nodded too because what the hell else was there to say? They didn't exactly make cards for that sort of thing. Still, the change of subject was a welcome one and she smiled and nodded.

"I think so, I'm not involved in all his projects unless he asks but he's building these...hovering motorbike things. Skyrunners," which still made her snort because Cid had to have been drunk when he made that name, "Not as fast as a Viper but it's still a rush."

And then of course there was her pet personal project safely stashed in her apartment to prevent any thievery or tampering. Her motorbike was going to be a beast when she got done with it.