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[ Hey, look, it's a wild York. He's grinning like a fucking dweeb, adjusting this godawful, godawful tiara on top of his head, looking like it started out metal and plain but somehow sparkles and sequins had been hastily glued to it, and when he reaches a hand up to adjust it, his hand is sparkly, too. ]

Gooood evening, beautiful people. It's another uneventful day here, and as I'm the poor loser of a bet gone horribly wrong, "God"-- or Kara, for those of you less religiously inclined, has decided since she wiped the floor with me in cards, that I gotta make good on my end of the bet.

Let it never be said I don't hold up my end of the bargain, but also, she's a friggin' shark, so I wouldn't recommend playing against her unless you like losin' all your money, or, y'know. Tiaras. In which case I got one right here for you.

But anyway. As the floor-wiping did happen, I gotta say that yours truly likes long walks on the turtle's edge, cuddly puppies, and the color pink. In more serious news, I'm also a pretty big fan of burgers and fries, football, Grifball, guns, and pizza, just to kind of try and save some of my masculinity here, since Kara-- uh, "God" has decided I'm not really able to keep it right now.

I feel like it's worth askin'- do we even have a sports team here? Does anyone play football or anything, or would anyone be up for it?

[ And with that same doofy grin, he waves, and shuts the whole thing off, because, welp, HE FULFILLED HIS END OF THE BARGAIN, kara. 8( ]

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[What can she say; she's got a talent. Some people play the cello, Kara kicks ass in cards. Among other things.]

Pining for a kiss that badly?

[ He grins, not too serious about the kiss. Far as he's concerned, he's gonna pull a cop out and kiss her knuckles. ]

Fair's fair. 'sides, who can resist a guy wearing this kinda awesome tiara, huh?

Gods, no one I know.

[Kara's kiss is a punishment - York isn't getting no knuckle kiss. N o p e. He's getting one of those famous Starbuck kisses that tastes like cigars and beer and woman all rolled into one. It's kind of an...eclectic mix.

OOPS?]

[ York's all prepared with some sort of remark back but he loses it when she reaches out and kisses him, hard and fast and punishing, and he almost jerks in surprise, but eases himself into it, curling one hand at her cheek, cupping her face as he kisses her right back, grinning into it. Between the two of them, they taste like alcohol, but he tries to chase her taste, leaning in and making a low noise of approval into it, pleased as all hell. ]

[Well, you know. Kara doesn't always think before she does things, and he did say a kiss. So, that's what he's getting. There's not a lot of 'tenderness' behind it either; not when there's booze and competition and cards involved.

Cards that fall out of her hand and flutter to the floor, unnoticed as she perches right there in his lap, hands cupping his face.]

[ he can't remember the last time he kissed anyone, honestly. It's been a long few years, most of them full of looking for-- ( no, don't go there ) and the rest of them just focused on surviving with Delta.

He's normally the kind of guy who goes for the sweet, soft, boyfriend kisses but he and Kara aren't in this for that, and he knows it.

The cards go unnoticed, as Kara eases into his lap and York makes a startled noise at the sudden lap full of woman, but his good hand curls around her waist and tugs her in closer, his other winding in her hair and using it to try and gain a little ground in the kiss, a touch of teeth against her bottom lip, playful. ]

[Kara...well. Kara can remember, but it's been kind of a while and she's been actively trying to forget about that dead guy anyway. She's been here too damned long for her tastes and that means a distinct lack of any kind of intimacy.

At least they both know that this is...for fun. It's the kind of relationship where they'll come out of this hot and kind of awkward moment with friendship still intact, though their egos might be a little smudged.

And, as always - it's still a competition. She likes that about this. She'll 'let' him win.

For now.]

[ His hand stays pretty well behaved, all things considered, and the only reason he ends up pulling away is because they're in public and making out isn't quite kosher for everyone.

Gently, he eases back, one more little nip at her bottom lip and a grin, and his hand slips down just enough to stroke over where he'd nipped with his thumb, amused. ]

Well. That went better than expected, but I dunno if the locals are gonna be too keen on too much of that around here.

[She pulls back - reluctantly - and nods. Her eyes follow that thumb until it brushes her lip, and that's when she gives him an expression that's somewhere between wistful, annoyed, and damned lusty.]

Mmm. Probably not. We can always move this party elsewhere.

[ He doesn't know how long it's been, but he knows it's been longer still since he had just himself in his head when fooling around with a girl. He gives Kara a long look for a moment, obviously mulling over it, trying to decide, and then flashes a faint smile. ]

If you feel like moving it somewhere else, far be it from me to say no to a pretty lady.

[Kara nods, then slides off his lap and smooths her pants, grateful for an opportunity to glance away so he wouldn't see the relief in her expression.

Rejection wasn't something she was in the mood for and thankfully, not something she's got to deal with at the moment.

Glancing over her shoulder, she grins, then gestures.]

Well, come on then, Princess. I've got a couch that's calling your name.

[ He straightens that tiara with a lopsided smirk, and follows her, hands shoved in his pockets, and if his jeans are a little tight, well, it's understandable, really. ]

Sounds like a plan.

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