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[karathrace]

Gods, is there some sort of test in being a pompeous jackass before they allow you to have over a billion cubits

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[galactica_hussy]

*wanders into the casino, and smirks when she spots Kara* Lieutenant. *nods to the rest of the table*

[karathrace]

*looks somewhat relieved to see Sam* Hey, honey.

*ignores speculative looks from the rest of the table*

[galactica_hussy]

*leans against the back of Starbuck's chair, and eyes the growing pile* So. Chief sent us off to eat.

italic is Tom, normal is Kara

[karathrace]

*leans back in her seat* Sounds good to me. Just let me win this and well be off.

You sound awfully sure of yourself, Kara. *eyes Sam* How about I offer you and your friend dinner in my quarters?

[galactica_hussy]

*panting slightly, but completely relaxed* Much better.

[karathrace]

*smirks* Better than what? Dinner?

[galactica_hussy]

*strokes a hand down Kara's side* That, too.

[karathrace]

*smiles and kisses Sam's cheek* Better mood?