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tellitslantTitle: I Wanna Take You To A Gay Bar
Author: Kathryne, tellitslant at livejournal.com
Fandom: BSGRPF
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not true, though tell me it's not plausible.
Summary: How Kara got her gay on, or, two sci-fi actors walk into a (gay) bar...
Notes: It's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jennyo's birthday, so it seemed highly appropriate to post this today. *g* Happy happy! Thanks to fox1013 for assistance with ZING and saibakato and boubabe for research. Title etc from Electric Six, "I Wanna Take You To A Gay Bar."
**
Michelle stretches her arms out along the back of the booth. She's not really tall, Katee thinks, but she seems to take up most of the available space. Her knuckles graze Katee's shoulder, and her expression in the dim light of the bar is unreadable. Katee takes a deep swig of her beer and reminds herself that the woman next to her is nothing like the character she plays.
Heh. If Michelle were like Cain, Katee wonders, would Ron Moore have survived Deep Space Nine?
Michelle sips her drink, puts it down; the ice cubes rattle and clink together. "So you wanted to talk about characterization?" she says. Her voice isn't low, but the noise of the bar forces Katee to lean in and shift herself closer. "I don't know how much help I can give you – after all, Cain isn't going to be around long enough for Kara to really get to… know her." She grins, and Katee relaxes back into her seat and laughts.
"You saw it too?" she asks, relieved. "In the script, I mean?"
"What, that Kara and Cain have more sexual tension than any of the couples in the show? Yeah, I kinda noticed that," Michelle smiles, and shakes her head. "Ah, Ron," she mutters softly. Off Katee's curious look, she explains, "He was the same in Star Trek, every now and then. And he tried to make Kira come off gay – on Deep Space Nine? – but Nana Visitor was just too straight. So, now he's trying it with Kara, hmm? And what do you think of that?"
"I think it's great," Katee says enthusiastically. Michelle laughs in surprise. "No, really," Katee continues. "I mean, there's all this gender ambiguity with re-casting Starbuck as a woman. Why can't I play with that a bit? It would be way more fun than another episode of 'The Doomed Love of Kara and Lee,' " she adds sarcastically.
"Well, all right then," Michelle smiles. "So what are we here for, if you don't have a problem with Cain and Kara forging a passionate alliance?" She mugs for Katee a little, then raises her glass in a toast.
"I want to make Kara more gay and I want you to help," Katee blurts out. Michelle chokes on her drink and swallows hard. Katee pats her helpfully on the back until she can breathe again.
When she catches her breath – and she is laughing as much as coughing – she looks at Katee with a glint in her eyes. "I'm not even going to ask who suggested that I could help you – " She holds up a hand to forestall Katee's explanation. "No, really, Ro was pretty butch, I know – but you know what? I am absolutely up for the challenge. Let's show Ron what his androgynous little Starbuck can really do! Plus," she adds, "I just love method acting."
Before Katee can ask what she means by that, Michelle knocks back the rest of her drink, tosses a bill on the table, and clambers over Katee to get out of the booth. She struts up to the bar, chats briefly with the bartender, and comes back; Katee watches the heads turn to follow her passage.
She grabs Katee's hand and pulls her out of the booth. "OK, let's go," she announces, already heading out the door.
"Go? Where?" Katee is totally confused, but she follows Michelle anyways. This could be fun, she thinks.
"We're going to go find a gay bar," Michelle yells over her shoulder. "The bartender said we had to go find Davie Street – this way!"
OK, maybe fun was a bad choice of words.
**
It's a calm fall night – not raining, for a change; Katee enjoys the not-raining – and there are plenty of people willing to give them directions. Katee thinks maybe, just maybe, they've arrived in Vancouver's gay district when they start passing bus stops painted bright pink. They've been filming in this city for more than a year, but she's never seen this part of it. It's pretty nice, she thinks. Clean.
Michelle moves confidently to one particular door. "Celebrities," she reads from the sign. "Here we are!" She wraps her arm around Katee's waist and they wander in.
It's a nice club, as clubs go – the crowd is young, but Katee doesn't think she and Michelle stand out too much as they find a table. "So now what?" she asks, shrugging out of her jacket. "We roleplay? I'm Kara, and you're my chick of the week? No wait, I know, you be Ron and direct me! You have to make sure you look appropriately shocked and dismayed."
"Nope," Michelle replies. "Now we drink. Then… we play."
A few drinks later, both women are louder and sillier. Katee wonders for a moment if this will be in whatever the Canadian equivalent of a gossip mag is, tomorrow, but between the booze and the pot floating through the club, she doesn't much care. Probably good publicity anyways, she decides.
"Kara would totally get it on with Boomer," she says, answering Michelle's question, "but only if she wasn't a Cylon. Maybe they had a fling before! Boomer's kinda a slut." She starts giggling. "So'm I – I mean, so's Kara."
"Okay, then, how 'bout this – is there any gal on Galactica that Kara wouldn't do?" Michelle challenges.
"Ellen Tigh," Katee says without even pausing to think. "No offense to Kate, but wow, Ellen is literally the biggest skank left in the universe." She shudders. "Plus that would mean Kara and Tigh were sharing the same woman – ugh!" She downs the rest of her drink. "That's a bad mental image."
Michelle nods in agreement. "Ellen is off the list, check. Anyone else?" She raises an eyebrow. "Would Kara do the president?"
"Roslin? Naaaahhhh… hmmmm." Katee stops. Thinks about Mary McDonnell for a moment. Thinks about Roslin for a moment longer.
Michelle kicks her. "Ow! Yeah, Kara and Roslin, okay, yeah." She rubs her shin, glad that she doesn't have any scenes with Mary for a couple of days. This must be the most bizarre preparation she's ever undertaken for a role. Not that it isn't kinda fun.
She doesn't even notice she's tapping her toes in time to the music until this tiny chick who looks like her piercings weigh more than she does asks her to dance. Michelle just waves goodbye, and Katee's drunk enough to want not to be rude, so that's how she ends up dancing with a twenty-year-old goth Canadian lesbian.
It's not quite as weird as she thought it would be. They're in the middle of a conversation about tattoos and she's actually starting to relax when Michelle cuts in and sends the goth packing with a look.
"Thanks," Katee says, turning to leave the floor.
Michelle pulls her back by her collar. "What, did you think I was done with you?" she says mischievously. "Do you really think that Kara would dance like that, hm? You need to loosen up. Get your groove on." She bumps hips playfully with Katee. "Kara should be putting the moves on everyone on this dance floor. She's never gonna get anywhere with Cain – or anyone else – if she doesn't show some balls!"
"Hey, Kara has plenty of balls! Brass balls, in fact. Big ones," Katee replies defensively.
"She sure doesn't dance like it," Michelle retorts.
Katee watches Michelle move with the music for a moment. "Think Cain would ever dance like that?" she asks wryly.
"Not any more," Michelle replies. "Unless maybe it was with Kara." She shoots Katee a sly look, daring her to pick up the ball and run with it.
Now they play indeed. If there's anything Katee's good at, it's improv.
She grabs the front of Michelle's shirt, pulls her in close, and kisses her. "Enough balls… sir?" she smirks when they separate.
Michelle laughs. "We are going to drive Ron insane," she promises, draping her arms over Katee's shoulders.
**
Three days later, Ron corners Michelle outside makeup. "What did you do to Katee?" he demands.
"What the hell are you talking about, Ron?" Michelle says innocently.
"Don't bullshit me," he warns, shaking his finger at her. "Cain and Kara - you and Katee – you are up to something, Michelle, don't think I don't know it! What are you trying to do to my show? Is this still about that thing with Ro and the Maquis? Because you know you were my first choice for Deep Space Nine…"
"Ron, you must be imagining things," Michelle insists. "We're just playing the script you gave us." She grins wickedly. "Exactly as it was written."
Ron sputters for a moment.
"Excuse me," she says. "I have to find Mary and give her the name of the place we're meeting tonight. I hope Katee told Tricia," she mutters as she walks off.
Ron looks forlornly after her. No more Star Trek actors, he promises himself. Maybe mixing sci-fi shows is a bad idea. Further down the hallway, he can hear Mary laughing, and he whimpers a little.
Author: Kathryne, tellitslant at livejournal.com
Fandom: BSGRPF
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not true, though tell me it's not plausible.
Summary: How Kara got her gay on, or, two sci-fi actors walk into a (gay) bar...
Notes: It's
jennyo's birthday, so it seemed highly appropriate to post this today. *g* Happy happy! Thanks to fox1013 for assistance with ZING and saibakato and boubabe for research. Title etc from Electric Six, "I Wanna Take You To A Gay Bar."**
Michelle stretches her arms out along the back of the booth. She's not really tall, Katee thinks, but she seems to take up most of the available space. Her knuckles graze Katee's shoulder, and her expression in the dim light of the bar is unreadable. Katee takes a deep swig of her beer and reminds herself that the woman next to her is nothing like the character she plays.
Heh. If Michelle were like Cain, Katee wonders, would Ron Moore have survived Deep Space Nine?
Michelle sips her drink, puts it down; the ice cubes rattle and clink together. "So you wanted to talk about characterization?" she says. Her voice isn't low, but the noise of the bar forces Katee to lean in and shift herself closer. "I don't know how much help I can give you – after all, Cain isn't going to be around long enough for Kara to really get to… know her." She grins, and Katee relaxes back into her seat and laughts.
"You saw it too?" she asks, relieved. "In the script, I mean?"
"What, that Kara and Cain have more sexual tension than any of the couples in the show? Yeah, I kinda noticed that," Michelle smiles, and shakes her head. "Ah, Ron," she mutters softly. Off Katee's curious look, she explains, "He was the same in Star Trek, every now and then. And he tried to make Kira come off gay – on Deep Space Nine? – but Nana Visitor was just too straight. So, now he's trying it with Kara, hmm? And what do you think of that?"
"I think it's great," Katee says enthusiastically. Michelle laughs in surprise. "No, really," Katee continues. "I mean, there's all this gender ambiguity with re-casting Starbuck as a woman. Why can't I play with that a bit? It would be way more fun than another episode of 'The Doomed Love of Kara and Lee,' " she adds sarcastically.
"Well, all right then," Michelle smiles. "So what are we here for, if you don't have a problem with Cain and Kara forging a passionate alliance?" She mugs for Katee a little, then raises her glass in a toast.
"I want to make Kara more gay and I want you to help," Katee blurts out. Michelle chokes on her drink and swallows hard. Katee pats her helpfully on the back until she can breathe again.
When she catches her breath – and she is laughing as much as coughing – she looks at Katee with a glint in her eyes. "I'm not even going to ask who suggested that I could help you – " She holds up a hand to forestall Katee's explanation. "No, really, Ro was pretty butch, I know – but you know what? I am absolutely up for the challenge. Let's show Ron what his androgynous little Starbuck can really do! Plus," she adds, "I just love method acting."
Before Katee can ask what she means by that, Michelle knocks back the rest of her drink, tosses a bill on the table, and clambers over Katee to get out of the booth. She struts up to the bar, chats briefly with the bartender, and comes back; Katee watches the heads turn to follow her passage.
She grabs Katee's hand and pulls her out of the booth. "OK, let's go," she announces, already heading out the door.
"Go? Where?" Katee is totally confused, but she follows Michelle anyways. This could be fun, she thinks.
"We're going to go find a gay bar," Michelle yells over her shoulder. "The bartender said we had to go find Davie Street – this way!"
OK, maybe fun was a bad choice of words.
**
It's a calm fall night – not raining, for a change; Katee enjoys the not-raining – and there are plenty of people willing to give them directions. Katee thinks maybe, just maybe, they've arrived in Vancouver's gay district when they start passing bus stops painted bright pink. They've been filming in this city for more than a year, but she's never seen this part of it. It's pretty nice, she thinks. Clean.
Michelle moves confidently to one particular door. "Celebrities," she reads from the sign. "Here we are!" She wraps her arm around Katee's waist and they wander in.
It's a nice club, as clubs go – the crowd is young, but Katee doesn't think she and Michelle stand out too much as they find a table. "So now what?" she asks, shrugging out of her jacket. "We roleplay? I'm Kara, and you're my chick of the week? No wait, I know, you be Ron and direct me! You have to make sure you look appropriately shocked and dismayed."
"Nope," Michelle replies. "Now we drink. Then… we play."
A few drinks later, both women are louder and sillier. Katee wonders for a moment if this will be in whatever the Canadian equivalent of a gossip mag is, tomorrow, but between the booze and the pot floating through the club, she doesn't much care. Probably good publicity anyways, she decides.
"Kara would totally get it on with Boomer," she says, answering Michelle's question, "but only if she wasn't a Cylon. Maybe they had a fling before! Boomer's kinda a slut." She starts giggling. "So'm I – I mean, so's Kara."
"Okay, then, how 'bout this – is there any gal on Galactica that Kara wouldn't do?" Michelle challenges.
"Ellen Tigh," Katee says without even pausing to think. "No offense to Kate, but wow, Ellen is literally the biggest skank left in the universe." She shudders. "Plus that would mean Kara and Tigh were sharing the same woman – ugh!" She downs the rest of her drink. "That's a bad mental image."
Michelle nods in agreement. "Ellen is off the list, check. Anyone else?" She raises an eyebrow. "Would Kara do the president?"
"Roslin? Naaaahhhh… hmmmm." Katee stops. Thinks about Mary McDonnell for a moment. Thinks about Roslin for a moment longer.
Michelle kicks her. "Ow! Yeah, Kara and Roslin, okay, yeah." She rubs her shin, glad that she doesn't have any scenes with Mary for a couple of days. This must be the most bizarre preparation she's ever undertaken for a role. Not that it isn't kinda fun.
She doesn't even notice she's tapping her toes in time to the music until this tiny chick who looks like her piercings weigh more than she does asks her to dance. Michelle just waves goodbye, and Katee's drunk enough to want not to be rude, so that's how she ends up dancing with a twenty-year-old goth Canadian lesbian.
It's not quite as weird as she thought it would be. They're in the middle of a conversation about tattoos and she's actually starting to relax when Michelle cuts in and sends the goth packing with a look.
"Thanks," Katee says, turning to leave the floor.
Michelle pulls her back by her collar. "What, did you think I was done with you?" she says mischievously. "Do you really think that Kara would dance like that, hm? You need to loosen up. Get your groove on." She bumps hips playfully with Katee. "Kara should be putting the moves on everyone on this dance floor. She's never gonna get anywhere with Cain – or anyone else – if she doesn't show some balls!"
"Hey, Kara has plenty of balls! Brass balls, in fact. Big ones," Katee replies defensively.
"She sure doesn't dance like it," Michelle retorts.
Katee watches Michelle move with the music for a moment. "Think Cain would ever dance like that?" she asks wryly.
"Not any more," Michelle replies. "Unless maybe it was with Kara." She shoots Katee a sly look, daring her to pick up the ball and run with it.
Now they play indeed. If there's anything Katee's good at, it's improv.
She grabs the front of Michelle's shirt, pulls her in close, and kisses her. "Enough balls… sir?" she smirks when they separate.
Michelle laughs. "We are going to drive Ron insane," she promises, draping her arms over Katee's shoulders.
**
Three days later, Ron corners Michelle outside makeup. "What did you do to Katee?" he demands.
"What the hell are you talking about, Ron?" Michelle says innocently.
"Don't bullshit me," he warns, shaking his finger at her. "Cain and Kara - you and Katee – you are up to something, Michelle, don't think I don't know it! What are you trying to do to my show? Is this still about that thing with Ro and the Maquis? Because you know you were my first choice for Deep Space Nine…"
"Ron, you must be imagining things," Michelle insists. "We're just playing the script you gave us." She grins wickedly. "Exactly as it was written."
Ron sputters for a moment.
"Excuse me," she says. "I have to find Mary and give her the name of the place we're meeting tonight. I hope Katee told Tricia," she mutters as she walks off.
Ron looks forlornly after her. No more Star Trek actors, he promises himself. Maybe mixing sci-fi shows is a bad idea. Further down the hallway, he can hear Mary laughing, and he whimpers a little.
