In Need of a Drink

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

*Having found film, batteries and a decent meal, D'anna takes a seat at the bar of Spike's Pub*

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*Sam joins her, a little the worse for wear after the last couple of nights, but well aware that she needs to get out and make friends with people not from the Colorado gang*

Hey, saw your invite. Mind if I join you?

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

Not at all.

*smiles and offers a hand*

Name's D'anna. What'll ya have?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam Carter.

*shakes hand and sits down*

Corona with lemon. I think I've done enough heavy drinking in the last two nights.

So, how are you coping with all this?

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

*nods to the bartender and puts in their order*

With school?

It's... weird. I'm not found of the dorms but my roommate's a pretty quite bloke, but tonight's the first decent meal I've had since we've got there. I don't know about you, but I'm not used to food that causes one to break out into song, traps you in the halls or makes your hair fall out.

How about you?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*thinks of the jello incident the other day*

The cafeteria is a little...worrying. There's a group of us looking to get our own kitchens installed. At least then we'll know what we're eating.

Then again, we'll probably burn down the school.

I'm, ah, well, I'm coping.

*thinks about all the stuff that she isn't coping with*

Yeah. Coping.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*walks in, out of sorts, confused, angry, but mostly, confused*

Carter. Buy you a drink? I never did see you after the job last night.

*sees D'anna*

D'anna? Buy you one as well, if you want.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

It's okay, Parker. Have a seat. You can get the next round.

I had a party afterwards. You probably heard it for most of the night.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

Parker. *nods in greeting*

You can get the next round it ya want.

*looks Parker up and down but says nothing about her appearance*

What'll ya have?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*signals to the bartender* Two more for them. And a whiskey sour for me.

God. *rubs head* Thanks for helping out last night.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Oh, is that what the singing was. Who was that, O'Neill or Kawalsky?

Here's your drink.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

That is an excellent idea.

Once I thought there wasn't anything worse than Sagittaron peat-bugs. Now I know better.

*raises an eyebrow and thinks, Coping? Right.*

Yeah, I can see that.

*takes a drink of her double Ambrosia Sour*

So, you know anything about that fellow yowling out on the lawn last night?

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

*grins* My pleasure.

So how's the night going?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Amazing how you hit it right on the nail. It was Charlie. Someone dared him to it.

Cheers.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Just had to sit through the sturm und drang of Valentine explaining Manchurian Candidate to her whatever-he-is.

Am I the only one who knew those two would want explanations later? I thought Sun and Valentine knew what they were getting into.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*chortling just a little*

Tell him he has a *lovely* baritone. But he's shaky on the high notes.

So where are your compadres in crime? The "it's classified" crowd?

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Have no idea. Considering what half of them were doing last night, I don't think I want to know.

I think I preferred being grown up. Even if I had to save the world on a regular basis.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*Parker follows just enough of this to be even more confused*

Grown up? Carter, you're what, 17? The hell are you talking about?

And save the world?

God, tell me Weir didn't give you any of the funny drugs she gave John!

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

... and how did that go? *swirls drink in glass for a moment*

There are ways around explanations, if you play your cards right. *takes a drink*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*newscaster voice*

When last seen, Beka Valentine and John Mitchell were headed for a fiery explosion, engulfing their relationship and several bystanders caught in the crossfire. Including one Lee "Boyscout" Adama.

Tune in tomorrow.

*normal voice*

Exactly. *shakes head* That's what I thought they were doing. "Oh, no, honey, you were sick all this weekend... sweetheart, it's nothing, you were drunk and we're not going to speak of it...." Just for starters.

Hell, they could've told them they were abducted by aliens. Around here, they would've bought it.

*Parker drinks, nursing a sense of irony and bewilderment*

I don't get... relationships. What the hell is that about?

*shakes herself*

So. How's *your* weekend going?

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

*half-grins and shakes head* We've been in school all of what? A week, maybe two in some cases, and we already have spontaneous combustion? That's a record.

Too bad about Adama though.

*takes a drink and nods* "You had a dream about me and some of the other girls? My, sounds kinky dear..."

Or stuffed into that locker Sparky got trapped in the other day. 243? 321? 273? Something like that.

*shrugs* Not really sure, actually. Me? I like to take a test drive before I buy the car.

*smirks* There was sleeping, no coffee, and picture taken of roomie as he tumbled out the door this morning. In other words, dull and in need of some spicing-up. Barring that, in need of more alcohol.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Locker 327. Hunh. I wonder if that's where all the disappearing students have gone?

I understand the sex. But this whole, you-cut-him-I-bleed... bizarre.

*Parker is honestly mystified*

Wait, which one is your roomie?

Barkeep, more alcohol!

*looks over at Carter, who is still morose* Okay, this is just sad. But I'm too exhausted to get into more trouble tonight.

Biers. Worst trouble you ever got into; why; was it worth it?

Carter? Same question.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

Sparky didn't say anything about seeing anyone else. Then again, I wasn't really paying great attention.

I dunno. *shrugs* I'd feel that way about my family, I guess, but a boy I'd just meet? No.

His name is Galen Tryol. At least, that's what his underwear says.

*takes fresh drink from the barhop*

Worst trouble? *takes sip* How much is it worth to you, Parker?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*smirks at the underwear comment*

MMmm. Not *that* much. I already owe a lot of favors to people.

Next two drinks? With details obscured to protect the guilty, naturally.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*swears silently in her head*

No, definitely not Liz's drugs. Never mind. It's just a...thing I have. Kind of like deja vu - the feeling of having lived a life before.

*glances sideways*

You're probably going to say I'm crazy.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Drunken dare.

What can I say? I think we have a videocamera of it if you want to subject your ears to that torture again.

I think I'm going to have a quiet week.

Well, that's the theory anyway.

Sagittaron peat-bugs? *grimaces* Sounds inedible.