milliways_bar | (no subject)

Lee should probably run in terror when Kara starts to plan, but alas for him, he is unaware. He has food though. Bar seems to be enjoying giving them new things to try each time they come down. This time it's spicy Thai noodles and coconut chicken.

*She looks up as he walks over to their table and pouts*

No booze?

"Uh..."

He glances down at the tray.

"Are you trying to turn us into a couple of drunks?"

Not that they aren't well on their way.

No. But there's a lot of good alcohol here, which is not true in the Fleet, and I want to take advantage of it.

He laughs a little.

"Okay, fine. You have a point."

He goes and returns with a bottle of something Bar assures him will go well with their dinner.

*She glances at the label*

Kirin? Okay.

*She pops off the cap on the large bottle and pours it into the glasses*

What did you do today? You were asleep again when I left...

He shrugs, he hasn't been sleeping well, so he's been sleeping late.

"Not a lot. Went for a run, stood and stared at the sim room for a while."

Just stared at it?

*She attacks the noodles*

Okay.

He bristles a little, poking at his chicken.

"Hey, I'm working on it, okay?"

I said okay.

*She remains silent, wondering how to broach the next subject. She covers by stuffing her face...*

He goes from just poking at his chicken to actually eating it. It's good, the coconut counters the spicyness of the noodles.

"You're thinking of something. Should I be afraid?"

Yeah, my head might explode all over you.

*She snorts and considers throwing a piece of chicken at him*

It'd be a sad waste of good chicken.

"Mmm... well, just let me know when it's going to happen so I can duck, alright?"

I'll get you a memo.

"That's very thoughtful of you, thanks."

Anything for you, sir.

*It's possible he's getting wet from the sarcasm dripping on him*

Oh, but he's enjoying it.

"I'm honored that you're so considerate of my well-being."

He takes a huge mouthful of noodles and grins at her.

I'll give you considerate...

*She kicks him under the table*

"Ow... hey... You started it."

I started it, Captain I'm-Afraid-of-Starbuck-Thinking?

"Oh, come on. when did you get so touchy?"

Is she PMSing? Then he should really fear.

*She smirks*

Right around the time my lover got his head stuck up his ass.

"According to some people, it hasn't left that particular position in years."

People say the same thing about me being touchy. Funny thing...

"And yet here we are."

He sips his Japanese beer, it's not bad.

"Seriously though, what were you thinking about?"