Someone is singing.
Laura's eyes flutter open and her surroundings slowly come back into focus. Her brain is
blissfully muddled by a combination of alcohol, weed, and proximity to Bill Adama.
This isn't the most comfortable spot they could have found, but it will do. The night air is
cool enough to justify snuggling a little closer, and the sky is teeming with ever so many stars.
But whose voice is that? It sounds like it's coming from…
"Bill?"
He turns to her with half-glazed eyes, winks, and continues the song.
My gods, he's higher than I am. And louder.
She succumbs to the giggles as he finishes the last verse.
"What the hell is that?"
"What? You don't like my singing?"
"Is that what it was?"
"That happens to be a classic Tauron love ballad."
He tries with all his might to look affronted, but she can see his moustache twitching as he
fights back a laugh. She knows she should ignore the images this conjures up.
Instead, she wonders how much it will tickle.