She blew out the flame with a gentle plume of smoke right into Kara’s face. Reflexively Thrace inhaled, gulped at the air before her and set the cards on her lap. Laura picked them up and nodded at the table in the corner.

Kara had a hard time standing, her leg had gone numb and she tried to keep her stride even and cool ( Read more... )

“You’re frakking kidding, right?” Kara smiled with her whole damned face. She grinned so hard her eyes were practically closed. Laura flashed the bottle briefly and gestured to the closest exit. After barely twenty minutes, the President made off with the most expensive bottle in the room on a dare, and the two walked casually towards the door.  ( Read more... )

Honestly, the palate of New Caprica was blotchy and uninteresting. Mud coated everything, resources were non-existent and building a colony from the bones upward is always a daunting task. Some settled into the life with surprising ease while others struggled to forget the lives they had led among the stars.

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She had no idea. The blonde found places on her that she didn’t know existed. A spot on her lower back (just above her hip on the left side) almost drove her to tears. For even though Kara Thrace was crazier than a shit-house rat behind the stick, she was behind the President of the Colonies now and she was going to take her time, no matter how ( Read more... )