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[oh_frak_me]

*Less than a week after she got back to Galactica, Kara sat down in a Triad game and proposed a prank to play on their very overworked CAG. Since he seemed to work consistently late nights, she suggested that they move his mattress from the rackroom into his office while he's out flying CAP the next time. Helo and Hot Dog were easily recruited and

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[notagod_apollo]

Lee, for his part, is suitably shocked. In fact, of the two items he's carrying, the folder of paperwork is the only thing he keeps a hold of. The coffee goes down with a suitably spectacular splash all over his pants, which jolts Lee enough to scrape his jaw off the floor and start cursing creatively.

[oh_frak_me]

*Kara smiles seductively, despite the strong urge to giggle*

I told you your reaction wouldn't be real if I let you in on the plan...

[notagod_apollo]

"Well, yeah, but now I've got coffee all down my pants."

He sighs dramatically.

"I guess I'll just have to take them off..."

[oh_frak_me]

Oh...Damn. I'd offer you mine but...wait...I don't have any pants on...Frak. Lock the hatch this time?

*They'd nearly gotten caught two days ago sprawled across his desk because she hadn't locked the hatch when she slipped in in the middle of the night because the Chief had been woken up to deal with a faulty actuator*