[Earth!AU!RP for Number_eight]
This RP is set in the Earth!AU!verse, and is written with the fabulous number_eight.
Kara stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself critically. She was dressed in jeans, a black sweater that was a little too big for her, and she'd left her hair down. She was meeting Sharon at the beachside bar to have a few drinks. It was a few weeks after Sharon had been over for dinner, and Leoben had told her that Sharon had stopped by to talk to him as Kara had suggested, but he wasn't sure that he'd done any good.
She'd told Sam, because she didn't think it was fair if Leoben knew and he didn't (apparently being honest with men was getting easier, who knew all it took was shacking up with two of them?), and Sam had been just as bemused as she'd been.
To think it'd been going on so long, and no one had noticed...
Kara wasn't sure what to think, but Sharon was her friend, and Kara wanted to be there for her. She walked out in the living room, where Sam and Leoben were arguing about something to do with the house, but it was the kind of arguing that didn't have a lot of tension (in other words, it wasn't about her), so Kara mostly ignored them when they did that. "I'm gonna go meet Sharon at the Beachside," she said, interrupting, looking down at the complicated diagram on the floor between where they sat, cross-legged. "This must be complicated, even Leoben's drinking," she said, nodding towards the two bottles of beer between them. "Who drew all the red arrows and crossed all that stuff out?"
"Mr. I-See-The-Patterns-In-Plumbing, apparently," Sam muttered, and Kara grinned and kissed him. After a momentary hesitation, she leaned over and kissed Leoben, too. He smiled at her and she grabbed her coat.
"I'll probably drunk when I get back," she said bluntly.
"We expected that," Leoben said, looking at Sam.
Kara stuck her tongue out and left the house, heading down the beach, shivering in the cold air. The beach restaurant was a "restaurant" by the barest meaning of the word, but hey, at least they served liquor. It was usually pretty busy despite the cold--people liked having a place to go--so Kara hoped Sharon had a table, since she was late as usual.
Kara stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself critically. She was dressed in jeans, a black sweater that was a little too big for her, and she'd left her hair down. She was meeting Sharon at the beachside bar to have a few drinks. It was a few weeks after Sharon had been over for dinner, and Leoben had told her that Sharon had stopped by to talk to him as Kara had suggested, but he wasn't sure that he'd done any good.
She'd told Sam, because she didn't think it was fair if Leoben knew and he didn't (apparently being honest with men was getting easier, who knew all it took was shacking up with two of them?), and Sam had been just as bemused as she'd been.
To think it'd been going on so long, and no one had noticed...
Kara wasn't sure what to think, but Sharon was her friend, and Kara wanted to be there for her. She walked out in the living room, where Sam and Leoben were arguing about something to do with the house, but it was the kind of arguing that didn't have a lot of tension (in other words, it wasn't about her), so Kara mostly ignored them when they did that. "I'm gonna go meet Sharon at the Beachside," she said, interrupting, looking down at the complicated diagram on the floor between where they sat, cross-legged. "This must be complicated, even Leoben's drinking," she said, nodding towards the two bottles of beer between them. "Who drew all the red arrows and crossed all that stuff out?"
"Mr. I-See-The-Patterns-In-Plumbing, apparently," Sam muttered, and Kara grinned and kissed him. After a momentary hesitation, she leaned over and kissed Leoben, too. He smiled at her and she grabbed her coat.
"I'll probably drunk when I get back," she said bluntly.
"We expected that," Leoben said, looking at Sam.
Kara stuck her tongue out and left the house, heading down the beach, shivering in the cold air. The beach restaurant was a "restaurant" by the barest meaning of the word, but hey, at least they served liquor. It was usually pretty busy despite the cold--people liked having a place to go--so Kara hoped Sharon had a table, since she was late as usual.