Written to distract
longlivelaura. Go over
there, write a drabble about how Bill and Laura's super seekrit relationship is discovered, and make her happy, too.
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"Where the frak's Bill?" Saul roared.
Ellen shushed him loudly, drunk. Everyone on New Caprica was drunk tonight. "Getting some."
"From who?"
"That schoolteacher. She had weed and drink ready and waiting."
"You didn't get me any?"
"Weed, booze, or Roslin?"
"Any of them."
"You like Miss Laura?"
"Bill does."
"Not enough to do anything sober."
"Shows what you know. His quarters've smelled of pussy since she lost the election. He tries to cover it with incense, but no atheist burns that crap except as cover. Woman smells good, too."
Ellen pursed her lips. "Maybe we should go find them."