One hundred and fifty six (step), one hundred and fifty seven (step), one hundred and fifty eight (step)…

'Madame President.'

She stopped counting her steps and turned to see who it was addressing her.

'Captain Thrace.'

'Taking the midnight, haunted tour of the old bucket?' Starbuck gestured at the corridor around them, following her statement with bulging eyes and lips shaped to let a woooOOOoooo escape, skipping to fall in step with the President.

'Hmm… Paper work. Needed to make sure I still remembered how to use my legs.'

'Ahhhh. The fun part of the job. Tell you what you should take a proper break. I was about to join some of the other pilots at Joe's for a drinkand i'm guessing you could do with one.'

'I wouldn't want to intrude Captain. Besides I should probably be getting back to Colonial One.'

'Come on. When was the last time you let your hair down?'

'Well, I wouldn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, but if you insist.'

'Right. This way!' Starbuck stated gleefully, linking her arm with the Presidents. 'Call me Kara. What has you on Galactica today anyway?'

One hour. 23 minutes. 18 seconds later.

'We've gone through another bottle?'

'Why Laura Roslin you can drink!'

'Ha don't be laying the blame on me Racetrack.'

'Yeah careful Racetrack or you'll find yourself on the wrong side of an airlock.'

'Why Mister Hotdog what are you trying to imply?' Asked Roslin, giving her most presidential look. The others hooted in response to the exchange.

'We need another bottle!' Starbuck stated loudly slamming her glass down on the table.

'Just one bottle? I'm thinking at least three.' Roslin said whilst smiling sweetly at Captain Thrace.

'Here, Bloody Here!'

39 minutes. 33 seconds later.

'Oh my gods I can't breathe!' Laura Roslin gasped through bouts of laughter at the antics of the pilots.

'So Racetrack! Why exactly where you and Hotdog late for the briefing yesterday?' Asked Helo as he pulled up a chair to join the group.

'Don't answer that!' Yelled Hotdog.

'We were doing the nasty in storage room and his…' Her mouth was suddenly covered by Hotdog's hand, causing a cry of protest from the rest of the occupants on the table. All of whom had eagerly leant forward to hear the response.

'At least you're getting some! It's been a month and I think I've forgotten what sex is.'

'Hey! I haven't had a decent lay since New Caprica and I swear my virginity has grown back!'

'Oh Gods I miss sex.' Sighed Roslin sliding further down into her seat.

'When was the last time you had sex Madam President?'

'About a week before the cylon attack.' She replied, drunk enough to not even hesitate before answering. Everyone stared at her in shock.

'Are you serious? How have you not spontaneously combusted yet?'

'Woman you need to get laid!'

'You mean you haven't been frakking the Admiral?'

'You better watch your mouth.' Starbuck hissed grabbing the owner of the last remark and stepping into their personal space, only just beating Helo to it. Helo settled with sending the rookie a glare.

'Everyone's been having sex but me? Gods that's not fair!' Roslin said ignoring the previous remarking and looking rather put out. Starbuck released her victim and turned back to Laura.

'Big mouth here has a point, you and the Admiral practically eye-frak every time your in the same room. I'd have told you guys to get a room if I hadn't got bored of the decor in hack. So it's not like you couldn't get some.' There were some murmurs of agreement and Roslin shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

'Sharon's commented on the way Zarek looks at you before. I'm sure he would be more then happy to… err…' Helo's voice faded, not nearly drunk enough to feel comfortable with the subject.

'Is it really appropriate to be frakking with people below you in your chain of command?'

'Shut it Racetrack! This is an emergency. This woman needs to have sex.'

'Mission? Need's to get laid. Aim? Get someone to frak the President.'

'I think the President's perfectly capable of getting someone to frak her by herself.' Roslin, having remained quiet for the last few minutes, suddenly stood up and did up the buttons on her jacket.

'Hey where ya going?' Slurred Hotdog. She downed the last of her drink, dropping the empty glass on the table and turned on her heel making towards the exit.

'To get laid.'

A chorus of cheers greeted her response.