The full fic can be found Here (http://community.livejournal.com/tulipfic/55726.html)
Teaser:
Advantages to having short hair:
1) It’s easier to manage when putting on your helmet, though you do end up with the matted mess afterwards. 2) Less to shampoo and less to brush means that much less time spent getting ready in the morning. 3) You don’t need anyone to hold it back when you’re on your knees, emptying your guts into the toilet.
Nevertheless, Kara heard an unfamiliar voice talking to her when the retching stopped. She hadn’t bothered sitting back up yet, but she listened to the voice. Female, scratched from screaming, and very, very naïve when it asked, “Are you alright?”
She wanted to shoot back, “Does it look like I’m alright?” but what came out was even more of her dinner, and she clutched the side of the toilet, firmly deciding against taking anymore bets from Racetrack ever in her life, or at least for another week.
When it finally stopped, she was cringing at the taste left in her mouth but also suddenly aware of a small hand pressed against her shoulder. She turned to see a babyface staring at her with dark eyes full of concern—must have been the rook—and when Kara could talk again she assured the kid she was fine.
“What happened?”
Kara wiped the side of her mouth with her thumb, groaning a bit as she felt her stomach churning once again. “Racetrack bet me twenty cubits I wouldn’t eat the oysters in the mess.”
The rook looked like she was trying not to giggle because it was common frakking knowledge that you don’t eat seafood in space—it’s called seafood for a reason—but Starbuck let it slide, mostly because she needed to lean over the toilet again as another powerful wave of nausea overtook her.
Starbuck found out the rook’s name was Sharon Valerii when she handed over a bottle of mouthwash with her name written on it in black marker. “Was it worth it?” Sharon asked.
“Every cubit.” Kara smirked and Sharon rubbed her back when she hunched over the toilet for the fourth time. At least this time it tasted like spearmint.
Summer Has Come and Passed, wishing for a sibling, Sharon Valerii, Girl's Night Out
Teaser:
Advantages to having short hair:
1) It’s easier to manage when putting on your helmet, though you do end up with the matted mess afterwards.
2) Less to shampoo and less to brush means that much less time spent getting ready in the morning.
3) You don’t need anyone to hold it back when you’re on your knees, emptying your guts into the toilet.
Nevertheless, Kara heard an unfamiliar voice talking to her when the retching stopped. She hadn’t bothered sitting back up yet, but she listened to the voice. Female, scratched from screaming, and very, very naïve when it asked, “Are you alright?”
She wanted to shoot back, “Does it look like I’m alright?” but what came out was even more of her dinner, and she clutched the side of the toilet, firmly deciding against taking anymore bets from Racetrack ever in her life, or at least for another week.
When it finally stopped, she was cringing at the taste left in her mouth but also suddenly aware of a small hand pressed against her shoulder. She turned to see a babyface staring at her with dark eyes full of concern—must have been the rook—and when Kara could talk again she assured the kid she was fine.
“What happened?”
Kara wiped the side of her mouth with her thumb, groaning a bit as she felt her stomach churning once again. “Racetrack bet me twenty cubits I wouldn’t eat the oysters in the mess.”
The rook looked like she was trying not to giggle because it was common frakking knowledge that you don’t eat seafood in space—it’s called seafood for a reason—but Starbuck let it slide, mostly because she needed to lean over the toilet again as another powerful wave of nausea overtook her.
Starbuck found out the rook’s name was Sharon Valerii when she handed over a bottle of mouthwash with her name written on it in black marker. “Was it worth it?” Sharon asked.
“Every cubit.” Kara smirked and Sharon rubbed her back when she hunched over the toilet for the fourth time. At least this time it tasted like spearmint.