Word Count: 283
Date: 5/25/2005
Series: One
Rating: T
Category: Relationships
Pairing/Focus: Lee/ Kara
Warnings: An itty bitty swear word
Summary: What if Kara had been invited to the dinner from hell?
Spoilers/Disclaimers: Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down Everything your
recognize is theirs. Everything you don't is mine
Archive: Crys, yes. Everyone else, ask first.
Kara Thrace was more than a little bit drunk. The invitation to this dinner from hell was not helping the matter. She was drunk enough to feel sorry for Tigh. That's when she stopped drinking. At least now she knew what drove the man to drink. The woman next to her was a hussy in the worst sense of the word. All perfectly coiffed hair and caked on make-up. And she seemed physically unable to keep still. The woman kept shifting around in her chair.
Kara looked across the candlelit table at Lee who looked as if he'd found the food a bit too spicy. He looked very damn good in his uniform and Kara was enjoying looking at him. Maybe she'd have another drink and tell him so later. Then his face started getting red. Lee Adama was blushing a damn lot and his blue eyes looked as if they were gonna bug out of his head. He too seemed to have trouble keeping still in his chair.
Then Kara turned and noticed that Ellen Tigh was very nearly off her chair and
sliding under her table. Hmm, that's kinda funny how they're both dancing
around like that, Kara mused. Then realization started to enter Kara's fogged
brain. Mrs Tigh was trying to play footsie with Lee under the table. Kara
meant to kick her. Meant to yell at the woman to keep her feet to herself.
Meant to tell Tight just what his slut of a wife was up to.
She did not mean to drive her fork into Ellen Tigh's thigh. And she certainly
hadn't meant to shout, "That's not for you, bitch!"
But that's what happened.
The End