"Yeah, I'm okay." He took up her invitation and slowly lowered himself down onto the cot. "Could sure use a beer, though." And, as if he were fulfilling her dreams, he produced a sly cigarette from a pocket and straightened it out purposefully in between the two of them. Stern's doing, though if anyone asked, Calavicci would claim he'd found it.
Somehow, despite the knowledge that things had gone so awry, Bingo felt good to be within close proximity of Starbuck, especially without eagle-like supervision. He passed the smoke off to her. "You don't think they're hoping we'll pal up, do ya? Because I can't think of a real good reason they put us in here together other than that. Not sure what they expect me to tell them. Don't know anything except what you told them." Not that they had believed him.
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Date: 2010-05-14 01:56 am (UTC)Somehow, despite the knowledge that things had gone so awry, Bingo felt good to be within close proximity of Starbuck, especially without eagle-like supervision. He passed the smoke off to her. "You don't think they're hoping we'll pal up, do ya? Because I can't think of a real good reason they put us in here together other than that. Not sure what they expect me to tell them. Don't know anything except what you told them." Not that they had believed him.