Tennessee / June, 1958 / 21:13

[bingobangobongo]

Kara stood and slipped her arm into Calavicci's. It was those little gestures she wasn't used to and usually rolled her eyes at she'd likely miss the most when they parted ways. It was almost eerie they way she'd fallen in with him and just... trusted him as a kindred spirit. Gods knew she had no real reason to trust anyone, especially not in these latter days, but Kara put it down to his little shows of chivalry as something that set him apart and made her believe in him - no creation of her comatose mind nor any actual Cylon could be so unique and genuine. At least, she hoped one could not.

Before they made it outside, Kara begged his pardon and went to the ladies', sending him outside on his own. She refreshed herself before the mirror, tying her now-wavy hair up into a ponytail to keep it off her sticky neck. Though not one much for vanity, she did know when she looked good, and even sans a touch a makeup, wearing knotted hair and a too-tight dress, and enough scrapes and cuts to make her look more tomboy than tomcat, Kara figured she wasn't too bad off.

On her way out, she stopped at the bar, did a little creative flirting to get what she wanted without ponying up cash, went back to the table to collect the pilfered blazer from earlier, and joined the waiting lieutenant outside. The temperature seemed to hold steadily at just this side of blazing hot, and the humidity was so intense, she felt like she was walking through soup. Clouds had gathered overhead, and in the distance, she could hear the rumbles of thunder rolling in.

She took his arm without waiting for it to be on offer, plucked the last of his cigarette out of his hand, took a drag, and ground it out beneath her heel. "Lead on, Bingo," she instructed him. "Unless you want to get caught in this storm." As it was, she was already guessing they'd be in the thick of it when the movie left out.