DPP: Daily Pilots Post
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no_takebacksMy apologies for missing yesterday, my computer caught the Windows Total Security virus and was a brick until IT could get to it and get it back online. I got it back after a week yesterday afternoon.
This week will be primarily a wild and crazy bunch of writing prompts! There's nothing like writing about pilots, am I right? :)
Today's prompt, adapted from something I saw over in the Leverage fandom:
We all know both Kara and Lee like to knock back a few drinks when they have the time. Your challenge for today is to find a drink on Webtender, or any other list of alcoholic beverages, that you feel suits our pilots. Using the name of the drink, come up with a three sentence ficlet about Kara and Lee.
Examples:
"Long slow comfortable screw against a wall"
"Ragnar #2"
"Generic Kamikaze"
Enjoy!
This week will be primarily a wild and crazy bunch of writing prompts! There's nothing like writing about pilots, am I right? :)
Today's prompt, adapted from something I saw over in the Leverage fandom:
We all know both Kara and Lee like to knock back a few drinks when they have the time. Your challenge for today is to find a drink on Webtender, or any other list of alcoholic beverages, that you feel suits our pilots. Using the name of the drink, come up with a three sentence ficlet about Kara and Lee.
Examples:
"Long slow comfortable screw against a wall"
"Ragnar #2"
"Generic Kamikaze"
Enjoy!
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Sky Pilot
Date: 2011-04-12 01:16 pm (UTC)Kara walks over to the bar and peers into Lee's glass. "What are you drinking?"
Lee scoops up the drink and leans back on his stool. "It's a sky pilot (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/2731)." He takes a small sip.
She raises an eyebrow. "Never heard of it. Lemme taste it."
"You wouldn't like it." He pulls the glass towards him.
She laughs. "Ha! Now I've got to try it. What do you have in there?" Kara reaches for the glass.
"Hey! Order your own drink." She ignores him and pulls the drink out of his hand, sloshing some onto his pants. He grumbles and reaches for napkins.
She sniffs it and then takes a sip, wrinkling up her nose; it's sickly sweet and tastes like toothpaste. "My gods, Lee, you are such a girl." She shoves the drink back towards him and rolls her eyes.
Kara nods to the bartender and, in a minute, she has a drink in her hand and she leans close to Lee's ear. "Wanna slow screw, Lee?" She says his name with promise and he jolts back, giving her a startled expression.
She leans back and laughs. "It's the name of the drink, Lee. Slow screw (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/842). You want some?"
Re: Sky Pilot
Date: 2011-04-12 04:32 pm (UTC)I certainly hope his answer was YES. ;)
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Date: 2011-04-12 09:08 pm (UTC)Liquor is Quicker
Date: 2011-04-12 03:49 pm (UTC)Kara pushed closer and wriggled into the small space between his stool and the next, her sweaty bicep sliding against his. Lee cringed and moved away.
"What's a matter, Apollo?" She leaned in deliberately close. "You think I got cooties?"
Bright eyes captured hers, one eyebrow raising as he said, dryly, "I couldn't begin to guess what kind of things you've picked up, Starbuck."
She laughed and winked at him. "Mmmm, well, that civvy with the mohawk over there," she jerked her head at a young guy in a leather jacket and awfully tight jeans bending over the pool table in the corner, "might be next." Kara nudged his knee with her hip. "What about you? Your ass isn't actually glued to the stool, you know."
He shook his head and scratched a thumbnail against the last shred of label on the glass bottle in front of him again and Kara said a silent curse against redheaded raptor jocks who had shit for brains. She frowned and dropped her palm to Lee's thigh. His head swiveled back to her, eyes wide. She leaned in close, swiped her tongue across dry lips, and said, "I know exactly what you need."
Lee's eyes got even wider, and his mouth opened slightly, but it was a few seconds before he said, "You do?"
Kara nodded, holding his gaze. For exactly l0 seconds, she thought about sliding her hand higher, leaning in just a breath closer, closing the deal on that little something that always shimmered between them when one of them dropped their guard enough. She took a breath, and all the reasons why that was a bad idea rushed back, and Kara turned and waved over the gorgeous tall brunette bartender. "Give this man a blow job (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/2956)."
"KARA!" he exclaimed, flushing a deep red as he turned to address the bartender. "I'm... I'm really sorry. My friend here just got released from a mental institution and they haven't quite gotten her meds right yet--"
The bartender grinned and Kara sighed. "Relax, Leland. It's a frakking drink."
"Oh," he looked a bit sheepish, then he frowned. "Wait, do I really want to drink something called..."
She made a fist with the hand on his thigh and bumped him, raising her eyebrows comically. "Well hey, if you don't like it, you could always spit instead of swallow."
He smirked. "More of your hard-earned wisdom, Starbuck?"
Kara tilted her head and grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
His smirk froze, and something flickered there for a moment on his face, and Lee leaned closer, lips parting. Kara stiffened. His eyes held hers for a second and then his gaze slid down to her mouth. Instinctively, Kara sucked her bottom lip beteween her teeth, biting into the soft flesh until she could feel it, blood rushing as Lee tilted closer, closer...
Liquor is Quicker Part 2
Date: 2011-04-12 03:49 pm (UTC)Thump. She jerked back, and Lee did the same as the bartender's tray clunked onto the counter. "Here, you go," the woman said, bright tones ringing out even as Kara tried to swallow her heart back into her chest. "One blow job, soldier." She pushed the drink into Lee's hand and smiled at him. "On the house." The woman winked and deliberately brushed her fingers against Lee's as she moved away, and when he lifted the glass to take a sip, Kara could clearly see the name and number scrawled on the cocktail napkin with a note: "If you want the real thing..."
She took a breath, forcing down all those feelings she shouldn't be feeling anyway, and pounded Lee on the back. "Look at that, stud. I ordered you a blow job but it looks like you get Sex with the Bartender (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/5859) too." She forced a laugh and hoped it didn't sound as fake as it felt. "Guess it's your lucky night after all."
He was staring at the numbers. "Guess so."
Kara shrugged. "Well there you go, Apollo. Don't say I never did anything for ya." It occurred to her suddenly, that she forgot to order something for herself and she grabbed the drink menu.
"You're right," Kara heard a few seconds later. "I suppose a thank you is in order." Then suddenly his breath was on her neck, voice low in her ear. "What do you say to sex on the pool table?"
Her stomach flipped and Kara nearly got whiplash turning her head to him. But Lee was smirking again, eyes dancing with amusement. Another electronica song flooded the dance floor as Lee reached over her shoulder, skin brushing hers. He was standing behind Kara, almost on top of her, arms around her as he braced one hand against the bar at her elbow, and leaned over to tap the menu she's holding with his other hand. His finger hovered over one of the fancy cocktails (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/2121) listed but Kara couldn't focus on the small print to read what was in it. Her heart was beating faster than the pounding rhythm of the music suddenly, and the spicy smell of his aftershave was flooding her nose and the warmth of his body was heating her skin and suddenly--more than anything in the worlds--Kara didn't want him to go home with the pretty bartender.
So she twisted in his arms, and slid a hand behind his neck before she could think to regret it, and pressed her mouth to his. The spark was immediate, and Lee must have felt it too because his fingers clutched her hips, pulling her closer in a second. His lips were sweet, sticky from the cocktail and Kara licked at him, licked into his mouth when his lips parted, and felt it like a current through her body.
They were pressed up against the bar, his thigh between hers, and she had one hand under his tanks by the time they came up for air. Consciousness rushed back to the surface of her hazy brain and Kara watched Lee's eyes flutter open, feeling nervous and awkward, but mostly wanting to do that again, some more. Both of them were breathing hard, and he tilted his forehead to hers, hands slipping from her hips to wrap around her back. "I thought I was supposed to be thanking you?"
For a second, Kara considered making a joke about screaming orgasms (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/3085). But showing was much better than telling, so Kara grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door. “Oh, don’t worry, Lee,” she beamed at him, unable to stop smiling now and squeezed his hand. “You will.”
Re: Liquor is Quicker Part 2
Date: 2011-04-12 04:27 pm (UTC)OMG TEH HAWT!!! *fans self* Thanks for ruining my concentration for the rest of the day. Damn girl!
PS Blow jobs (the drink) are disgusting IMO. WAY too sticky & sweet (that's what she said) *g*
Re: Liquor is Quicker Part 2
Date: 2011-04-12 04:31 pm (UTC)(Ugh, agreed. Although they have five different recipes at that site for the BJ. They all sounded kinda too much though.)
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Date: 2011-04-12 07:32 pm (UTC)OMG HOT HOT HOT.
YOUUUUUUUUUUU.
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Date: 2011-04-13 02:38 am (UTC)Damned if you do
Date: 2011-04-13 05:18 am (UTC)Kara sat at the bar, twirling her glass. The nuggets were beyond green and all-in-all, it had been a hell of a day. At least she hadn't ripped up her knee again.
She felt his eyes land on her back. She always could. She threw the drink back and slammed the glass down on the counter.
"Rough day?" Lee's voice was amused and it pushed all of her buttons.
"Could say that." She wasn't in the mood to deal with his teasing.
"You could have at least waited for the shuttle. You're not exactly supposed to be hopping between ships on your viper." Her hackles rose.
"Yeah, well, I didn't feel like waiting for someone to finish styling his hair, okay?" She finally glanced at him, noticed his quirked eyebrow. He knew he was getting under her skin, and she wanted to hate him for it.
He stepped closer instead of backing away, into her space like he always did. Standing so near her, she could feel the heat coming off his skin, she breathed in his scent. She longed to reach out and pull him in, to grab him and frak him until she couldn't see straight. She longed to run as far away as possible.
"What is going on with you, Kara? You're eating the nuggets alive, and you're flying like you want to kill yourself as much as the toasters." His eyes burned into her, leaving her naked and exposed and raw. "And don't give me any bullshit line about that's just how you are, because I know you, Kara, and this is beyond the pale, even for you."
She caught the bartender's eye. "Damned if you do..."
Lee shot her a quizzical look.
"Damned if you do (http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/1318), Lee. It's a drink. It seemed appropriate tonight." She tossed back the shot as soon as the bartender served it up, set the glass down hard, and pushed away from the bar. "'Cause I'm damned if I do, and I'm damned if I don't, and there's no way out of any of it."
She walked away without turning back. She didn't have to. She could feel his eyes on her back all the way out the door.
Re: Damned if you do
Date: 2011-04-13 06:57 am (UTC)i had to look up this one!
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Date: 2011-04-13 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-13 09:39 am (UTC)Lee glanced sidelong at the hot mess occupying the bar stool next to his. She was studying the cocktail list intently- most likely trying to turn the blurry letters into recognisable words by force of will alone. Her index finger stabbed accusingly at the page.
'What's rubbish, Kara?'
The rest of bar's crowd had gradually thinned through the night and now 3.00am found the two of them still perched at the bar, tossing back shots at regular intevals, talking shit about everything and nothing in particular.
'This drink is rubbish, that's what.'
Lee peered over her shoulder at the menu. He was pretty sure he was holding his drink better than Starbuck- his vision was at least 16/20 and he hadn't acquired the slur Starbuck was in danger of developing- but then, he was also pretty sure she was a few drinks ahead of him. Her not-so-steady finger was hovering over a drink entitled 'Jet Pilot'.
He frowned, examining the ingredients. 'What's wrong with it? It sounds good.'
Kara sent him an exaggerated eye-roll. 'You would think that, Adama. Sometimes I think you've got to be the most pansy-assed viper jock I know.'
'Hey-'
'What's wrong with this drink- and apparently, yourself- it that it lacks balls. It is ball-less. It's a chick drink and no self-respecting pilot should be drinking anything with frakkin' grenadine in it.'
'It's just a drink,' he remarked with wry amusement at her antics. 'And one you haven't even tried at that. You should at least try it before you go casting aspersions against...' He paused while his somewhat-pickled brain searched for the right word, ...chick-drinkers... drinkers of chick drinks at large.'
Kara's head tipped back as she let out a boisterous laugh at his failed attempt to string words together.
He plucked the menu from her hands while she was distracted and surveyed the options. 'I bet you'd even like some of these if you tried them.'
He heard a disbelieving snort. 'Bring 'em on, Apollo- but I promise you, you're wasting your credits.'
One of the drinks on the list caught his eye and he wondered if he dared do it. The wobbly line between friendship and- whatever it was that governed the stares held too long and occassional tingling brushes of hands was looking precarious again. And there had been too many ambrosia shots for him to be confident of her reaction. Hell, there'd been so many shots he wasn't even sure what kind of reaction he wanted from her.
But even in the dim lighting of the bar he caught the wicked gleam in her eyes and the challenge in the set of her shoulders.
Frak it. He swallowed the doubt and summoned the bartender.
'The lady would like one Sex with the Captain!'
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Date: 2011-04-13 01:29 pm (UTC)Heh, go Lee, go! Now I want to know what happens next. ;)
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Date: 2011-04-14 01:29 am (UTC)However, feel free to run with it if it catches your muse!
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