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god-damn snow.
I swear, Kara and Sanzo wouldn't shut the frak up last night. Which means you all get the following ficlet, Crossroads spoilers, etc. No Saiyuki spoilers.
The monk plays poker like it's the last thing he wants to do. Or maybe he's just really cranky, in general. Kara's been getting that feeling since she first walked into the bar and noticed him and his friends.
Not that Kara cares, as she rakes in the pot again, crowing her triumph. Poker is like Triad--easy to figure out, easy to win at. And the sort of game that makes her talk like a magpie. She's been chattering for what feels like hours, detailing her winnings and comparing walking on Earth to flying a viper.
She's also been drinking, matching the monk glass for glass--he doesn't seem to care too much when she steals a drag off the cigarettes he's got, either.
Kara barely knows squat about monks on Earth, but she's got the feeling Master Sanzo isn't exactly like any other monk on the planet. Which is good for her. It means winning a lot of money, drinking, and smoking while a cranky, yet attractive, man glowers at her.
His friends hadn't been anything dull, but they hadn't been all that special either. A kid, and two guys who reminded her of Helo and Zak (of all people). Gojyo hadn't been subtle in his attempts to flirt. Kara didn't mind that, being up-front about what you wanted was a good thing. But he wasn't really her type. Besides, she must be getting old: she didn't know where he'd been, and that made a difference, now.
Sanzo looks like he's trying to drink himself to sleep. Maybe to escape her, maybe just to escape the world.
Why he'd want to escape Earth, Kara doesn't know. She can still feel her wonder and shock in her bones. She was standing on Earth, breathing the air of Earth--
The Gods are probably wishing they'd sent Lee, instead, since she isn't really accomplishing much.
But then again, winning at poker is way better than the alternative. Kara eyes Sanzo, and grins even wider, suddenly wondering how much more alcohol it would take to drink him under the table. Or get under his robes.
A girl had to have a goal, after all. And if she was going to be stuck on Earth until the Gods saw fir to send her back to Galactica, she was going to make the most of it.
She'd just have to make sure not to get shot by anyone.
The monk plays poker like it's the last thing he wants to do. Or maybe he's just really cranky, in general. Kara's been getting that feeling since she first walked into the bar and noticed him and his friends.
Not that Kara cares, as she rakes in the pot again, crowing her triumph. Poker is like Triad--easy to figure out, easy to win at. And the sort of game that makes her talk like a magpie. She's been chattering for what feels like hours, detailing her winnings and comparing walking on Earth to flying a viper.
She's also been drinking, matching the monk glass for glass--he doesn't seem to care too much when she steals a drag off the cigarettes he's got, either.
Kara barely knows squat about monks on Earth, but she's got the feeling Master Sanzo isn't exactly like any other monk on the planet. Which is good for her. It means winning a lot of money, drinking, and smoking while a cranky, yet attractive, man glowers at her.
His friends hadn't been anything dull, but they hadn't been all that special either. A kid, and two guys who reminded her of Helo and Zak (of all people). Gojyo hadn't been subtle in his attempts to flirt. Kara didn't mind that, being up-front about what you wanted was a good thing. But he wasn't really her type. Besides, she must be getting old: she didn't know where he'd been, and that made a difference, now.
Sanzo looks like he's trying to drink himself to sleep. Maybe to escape her, maybe just to escape the world.
Why he'd want to escape Earth, Kara doesn't know. She can still feel her wonder and shock in her bones. She was standing on Earth, breathing the air of Earth--
The Gods are probably wishing they'd sent Lee, instead, since she isn't really accomplishing much.
But then again, winning at poker is way better than the alternative. Kara eyes Sanzo, and grins even wider, suddenly wondering how much more alcohol it would take to drink him under the table. Or get under his robes.
A girl had to have a goal, after all. And if she was going to be stuck on Earth until the Gods saw fir to send her back to Galactica, she was going to make the most of it.
She'd just have to make sure not to get shot by anyone.
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Okay, no. No he doesn't, but this sure was entertaining.