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Title: A Night to Forget
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Author: oregonblondie
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Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Characters/Pairing: Helo, Boomer, Mention of Starbuck & Tyrol
Summary: Takes place pre-miniseries. Written for 100moods. Boomer gets Helo to come to the bar.
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It was scary what she could do to him without even trying.
"Come on Helo. I won't have anyone to talk to if you stay here." She was hanging on his arm, her slight weight making him walk a bit off-balance.
"You can drink with Starbuck. You won't even remember I wasn't there by tomorrow morning," he countered. After only a few weeks as the rookie's ECO, he knew there was going to be a problem. Just being in the close quarters of a Raptor during a regular CAP was like downing a glass of the purest ambrosia in all the Colonies. She was intoxicating, and a night of shore leave in Caprica City was not part of his plan for keeping those feeling at bay.
She sighed and hung more of his weight on his arm. "You know better than anyone that drinking with Kara is no fun. I still haven't completely forgiven her for puking on me the night we met." She turned around and moved in front of him to block his path, bottom lip stuck out and big brown eyes pleading.
He laughed and ducked his head down before giving a little nod. "Okay, I'll make an appearance if it really means that much to you."
This prompted a squeak of joy from Boomer. She stood on tip-toe to give him an innocent peck on the cheek, before racing down the corridor to the officer's rack. With her back turned, she didn't see him reach up to run his long fingers over the spot on his face where her lips had touched him.
"I'm not promising I'll stay though!" he called out to her retreating back.
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He showed up in civilian clothes, taking the chance to be out of the standard issue Colonial Military tanks. A simple tee-shirt, his favorite tattered jeans and sandals, since it was still the warm season on Caprica. He settled in to the dimly lit bar and adjusted to the thick odor of cigarettes and booze. He found himself at a table between Starbuck and another ECO he knew as Crashdown and began searching for Sharon. He was engrossed in his mission to find her, ignoring the tray of Ambrosia shots that arrived at the table. He wondered how the hanging lamps would throw orange light across her skin, or if she would be wearing an outfit that showed off her collarbone.
It took less than a minute for him to find her with his eyes. She was in a shadowy corner, defined arms wrapped around the neck of Galactica's deck chief. He watched her, mesmerized as she threw her head back, obviously laughing at something Tyrol had said, and exposing her neck. He felt queasy, and found himself biting his lip until it bled. Starbuck's hand appeared in front of him, offering a small glass of green liquid, and he took it. This was one shore leave he defiantly did not want to remember.