Hmm. Season 6-ish. Let's pretend we saw happier times like this. More bonding and lighthearted, drunken fun.
In other words, crack.
In which Shae outs herself as a gigantic sci-fi nerd, lol.
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It's late, and Tara's intake of Eric and Aaron's moonshine stash has been a little generous, to say the least.
"C'mon. Buffy's totally badass."
"When she's not being Cry-Buffy," Denise mutters.
"Heard that."
Maggie rolls her eyes at her husband, the whole lot of them, twirls her full glass.
"I got one," Eric announces. "Scully."
"Totally gay for Scully."
Carol smiles.
Tara grins back. "Y'know what I mean."
Aaron leans forward. "Ripley or Sarah Connor?"
Carol shrugs. "Both?"
"That's…not allowed."
"Hmm. Laura Roslin."
"Awesome. Right, Daryl?"
"Uh, guys. Where did he go?"
Later…
"Wanna frell? Think I prefer frak."
"Stahp."
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