Happy Hour! (RP for burnandrave and anyone else who wants to join in!)

[laura_muse]

 It was cold. Cold and wet, but it didn't make one bit of difference to Laura as she trudged her way to the first (and thus far only) bar in New Caprica City. Maya had decided to turn in early after spending the better part of a day nursing Isis through a cold. Luckily, Cottle had not had to be called, but Maya had decided to keep a close watch

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[burnandrave]

Kara walked into the bar, ignoring some of the looks she was getting--frak them, did they think she cared about what they thought about her?--and walked over to the where the former President Roslin was seated. Roslin looked tired, but Kara didn't blame her. She too felt on edge, constantly, as if she were waiting for some terrible catastrophe to befall her.

Kara sat next to Roslin at the bar and didn't say anything, simply ordered a drink, slammed it down, and ordered another. Truth was, Kara missed flying, and she was beginning to wonder what she was doing here. Trying to be a housewife?

Right.

"Hey," Kara said to Roslin, and she tried to smile, but she knew it had to look like more of a grimace.

[laura_muse]

Laura had watched Starbuck walk in with interest. True, she had seen a fair amount of her, though she hadn't really sought Kara Thrace out. Bill had extracted a promise, in no uncertain terms, that she would look after Starbuck for him and she was sure that Starbuck had been coerced into a similar promise.

Then again, if I know she's supposed to be watching out for me, she probably knows I'm supposed to be watching out for her.

One mystery solved. But there was another right behind it.

"Rough day?" Laura asked wryly, sipping the water the bartender had brought her. If there was anything she hated more than getting piss-assed drunk, it was ordering a drink only to discover that you just wanted to get the frak out and back home before you were even halfway through the first.

[burnandrave]

Kara shrugged, running a hand through her hair. "Not really. I didn't do much." That was probably the problem. Kara didn't have anything to do.

This was a mistake. I belong up there, fighting Raiders. I don't belong down here.

Kara eyed the former President and said bluntly, "Do you ever miss Galactica?"

[laura_muse]

"For people like you and me, not doing much can be the definition of a rough day," Laura mused thoughtfully, nodding to the bartender when he held up a bottle of what Laura could only assume was from the Chief's part-time distillery.

She sniffed at the drink, mostly to stall while trying to come up with an answer to Kara's question. "Do I miss Galactica..." she took a sip, clearing her throat as the drink burned its way down to her stomach. "Well, I certainly don't miss having every minute of my day structured and organized. Down here, my evenings and nights are pretty much free. And I've been meaning to get back in the classroom for years. I'd forgotten how much I love children."

She knocked back the rest of the drink, spluttering just a bit. Turning to look at Kara, she smiled ruefully. "Yes, I miss it."