Wednesday Night 'Tending

[oh_frak_me]

Tonight, Lee and Kara wander downstairs, both looking well-frakked and ready to spend an evening drinking and getting in trouble. Unfortunately, the bar is unmanned! (not in the castrated way) Kara leans over the shining surface in search of a person and when none is forthcoming, she hikes herself over the top and onto the other side where she pokes around for a couple bottles of beer. Lee is less than pleased.

"Kara! You can't just jump over the bar and grab drinks."

"Can too." Her grin is smugly cheerful. "Just did. Come on, Lee. You're the one who's always going on about how you'd rather have been a bartender than a fighter jock. Now's your chance to find out if you'd've been any good at it." She pops the top off a bottle of Delphi Lager and takes a swig.

"Kara..."

"Come on, Lee. Who knows, maybe you'll end up with a new career."

Eventually, he gives in (he always does when she flashes that smile) and joins her behind the bar, writing a list of specials on the board.

Tonight's Specials
Delphi Lager
Picon's Finest Ambrosia
Athena's Eye Martini
Lum
Whyren's Reserve
Giavano's Caprican Broadleaf Cigars

Two pilots and unlimited alcohol at their disposal. How could anything go wrong?

(OOC: All threads that appear here, regardless of real time, occur before the Baltar thread due to character breakage)