BSG ficlet for mini_nanowrimo
A while back, prolix_allie wanted a drabble for the icon on this post. Part of a meme. Well, here it finally is, all 160 words of it:
The moment Tigh asked to join the game and sat down, Helo knew it was going to be trouble. Starbuck was in one of her moods, the obnoxious, ugly kind. He shot a look at Boomer and saw that she was aware of the nasty vibe, too. He raised a brow, Boomer nodded once - if anything happened, she’d have his back, just as he’d have Starbuck’s. As Tigh began to cluck at Starbuck, mocking her call sign, Helo bit down on the sweet sucker between his teeth, a “gift” Starbuck had given him for his birthday a week ago and part of a running joke between them. The last thing he needed was to choke on the thing when things got physical.
“How’s the wife, Colonel?”
Helo braced himself. Someone was going to wind up in either the infirmary or the brig. He just hoped it wasn’t him, because Starbuck was right. He’d always be a sucker for his friends.
The moment Tigh asked to join the game and sat down, Helo knew it was going to be trouble. Starbuck was in one of her moods, the obnoxious, ugly kind. He shot a look at Boomer and saw that she was aware of the nasty vibe, too. He raised a brow, Boomer nodded once - if anything happened, she’d have his back, just as he’d have Starbuck’s. As Tigh began to cluck at Starbuck, mocking her call sign, Helo bit down on the sweet sucker between his teeth, a “gift” Starbuck had given him for his birthday a week ago and part of a running joke between them. The last thing he needed was to choke on the thing when things got physical.
“How’s the wife, Colonel?”
Helo braced himself. Someone was going to wind up in either the infirmary or the brig. He just hoped it wasn’t him, because Starbuck was right. He’d always be a sucker for his friends.