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From a prompt at [ profile] no_takebacks here.

Prompt: "Resurrection ship, military corner folds, she's got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin, and if I bring a little music I can fit right in

That's just it, Kara. I didn't want to make it back alive.

Kara sat quietly on the edge of Lee's bunk for what seemed an age after the admission, at a complete loss for words. Everything she could think of to say was trite and clich├ęd. In the end she gave up on words and went straight for her locker instead.

The collection of bottles inside weren't what they claimed to be. There was no Picon Whisky in those bottles any more, none of that Gemenese Gin that had once been so popular among a certain subset of Galactica's officers, though as an exception to the rule she was fairly sure that somewhere at the back was the dregs of some Tequila from Scorpia, the final material link with that holiday she'd taken trekking through the jungles not long before the fall.

Those bottles labelled with long since disappeared brands from dead worlds now held various amounts of varying vintages of the Chief's best moonshine and Kara felt that tonight what Lee needed more than whatever unoriginal platitudes she could come up with was to get staggeringly drunk.

Thankful that every bunk had their curtains open revealing neat, uniform military corners, proving that they really were alone she barred the door, poured out two glasses of one of the better vintages of the rotgut that passed for good alcohol these days and prepared for a long night. At least they had this. When words couldn't fix what was broken, there was at least companionable drinking. It was like their own kind of music.

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