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One time offer people, as it's the last day of holidays and I should be working, but whatever.
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Meg grinned. It was less than an hour into this evening's games, the ambrosia was flowing freely and the CAG had joined them, the lines on his forehead lessening with every sip of alcohol he took.
Meg also noticed who exactly kept topping up his glass, but kept that information firmly to herself. It was in the best interests of all the pilots to get Starbuck and Apollo drunk as quickly as possible.
Starbuck smirked around her cigar as Hotdog. "Sorry, nugget," she said, sweeping the pot towards her with one hand. "Natural talent." She paused, then flicked three cubits back at Hotdog. "So your humiliation can continue," she said with a wink. "Who's got the next deal?"
Apollo pulled the cards towards him as Hotdog planted his elbows on the table. "Have you ever lost?" he asked plaintively. "Tell me it's possible."
"Plenty of times," Starbuck said. "Just never when the stakes are high."
"Liar," Apollo said cheerfully, and all the heads at the table swivelled towards him. "That, or you have a very selective memory."
She stared at him for a moment, then rolled her eyes. "That night doesn't count."
"Oh really," he said, and the teasing laughter was clear in his voice. "The night Starbuck lost everything, including some of her clothes, doesn't count."
Wolf whistles went up around the table, and everyone leaned forward a little, Meg included. Storytime with Starbuck and Apollo was not to be missed.
Kara took her cigar out of her mouth and studied it. "It's strange you have such a good memory of it," she said, dragging her gaze over Apollo in the deliberate manner that she alone got away with.
"Some of us were designated drivers."
"Yes. I remember you repeatedly nominating yourself for that role."
"Someone had to look after you, Starbuck."
"I was completely capable of looking after myself at all times."
"Yes, especially that night you lost your shirt to that nugget."
There was an audible intake of breath around the table and Kara's eyes narrowed. Then a slow provocative smile crept over her face, and she leaned forward. The zip of her jacket was just low enough to make it a great view for all the men sitting across from her.
Apollo didn't take his eyes off her face, but the look in his eyes was somehow hotter than the most blatant once over. Meg bit her lip.
Gods, those two could eyefrak with the best of them.
"Maybe that's not who I wanted to lose it to," Starbuck said softly, and Apollo's eyes darkened further.
"Well, maybe I was waiting for the stakes to rise even further."
They stared at each other a beat longer, then started laughing and the tension around the table eased a little.
Kat rolled her eyes and leant over. "How long until they frak, you think?" she whispered.
"If they aren't already?" Meg said, watching Starbuck watch Apollo as he finished dealing. "I give them a month. Tops."
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I always adore outsider-POV of pilots. And cards. And reminiscing. And showing off for the nuggets. And you.
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