Cocoa Beach, FL | February, 1959 | 14:02

[bingobangobongo]

[Post-scuba training, the aspiring astronaut known as Al Calavicci (Bingo, to most,) finds himself held somewhere between satisfyingly tired and exceptionally charged. Knowing Cocoa Beach to be the stomping ground of one Kara Thrace, he hopes to take the time to seek her out before returning to the Cape for more training.]

[As luck would have it (and often does with these two,) Bingo spies the one person he happens to know in the area. She is down the beach, still recognizable on this dreary and overcast February weekday, and very obviously unaware of his existence at this moment.]

[Let's pretend he doesn't think he's god's gift to women, and that he doesn't bother changing into something other than his swim trunks because he's afraid he might miss her leaving in the meantime. Sadly, we can pretend, but it's hardly the truth.]

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[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

Hey, can you spare a smoke? [Smooooth.]

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[She'd know that voice anywhere, but she still makes a show of blocking out the sun and peering up at him.] I might. [Smirks.] What'll you give me for one?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

Anything you can find in my pockets. [Somehow straight-faced, but only just.]

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

Nah. [Tosses him her half-gone pack.] I don't have all day to spend lookin'.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Couples his catch with a hand on his heart and an over-dramatic wince.] Ouch. Nice one. [Credit where credit is due.]

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Sits up and lights a cigarette of her own once the pack is returned.] Taking in a day at the beach, Bingo? Is training going that slowly?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Talking around the cigarette as he drapes his towel over his shoulders.] I don't think I understand the meaning of "slowly" anymore. This is about as close as I've managed to come to fun since I saw you last.

[He nods back over his shoulder at... the water and pulls the smoke from his mouth.] Last day of scuba training, thank god. I could use a drink or five.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Appears eager for all of about a half a second, but then looks out over the water, schooling her features into an unreadable expression.] They haven't turned you loose, then? That's good.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it is. I wasn't worried, though. [Or, at least, that's how he would remember it for future reference.] You been all right?

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Gestures to herself as if a tee shirt, shorts, sunglasses, and half a pack of cigarettes is an indication of how she was doing.] You know me. Clean livin' all the way.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

Yeah? [He puffs at the cigarette and fixes her with a fond look.] How come I've gotta come up here and find you if I wanna see how you are? How about a phone call some time?

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Nonchalant shrug.] I've been busy. [Gets to her feet, brushing sand from her shorts.] You due back anytime soon?

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

No, I've got time and I'm open to suggestions. [Not to be put off, he takes a couple steps around to her other side.] You got something in mind?

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Pockets her cigarettes and starts heading down the beach.] I'll let you buy me a drink. [Grins.] Or five.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Amusedly talking after her but not following.] Can you wait long enough for me to get pants? Please?

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Turns, walking backwards.] I know a place on the beach. [Shrugs and turns, continuing along her way.] But you can catch up.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Yes, he needs pants. Without them, he feels he's at one hell of a disadvantage (especially considering his wallet was with said pants. Bingo waves her on.] Okay, I'll catch up. Should be a minute or two.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[By the time he shows up, she's seated at the bar which is indeed on the beach. Two beers and two shots are at the ready, and Kara is happily picking through a dish of pub mix, fishing out all the little rye chips.]

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

[Bingo takes the seat next to her, sporting casual wear and unruly now-dry hair. Without missing a beat, he blatantly probes for information.] So, you're busy, then? Anything worth talking about?

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

Plenty. [Pushes half the drinks in his direction.] But do you really want to talk about work right now? [And there's Kara's favorite evasion: distract, distract, distract.]

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

Sorry, kid, I've got nothing but work to talk about. [But that doesn't mean he won't let the subject drop. He lifts the shot in salute.] Which means I'm damn glad to see you again.

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

[Replies in kind with her shot, tipping it back.] I don't buy that, Bingo. It can't be all work at the Cape. I live here, remember? [Smirk!] I know what goes on.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

If you already know, then I don't gotta explain. [Ha!]

[anekanta.livejournal.com]

You're passing up an opportunity to tell stories out of school? [Gasps dramatically and lays her hand over her heart, feigning surprise. Dryly:] Be still my beating heart.

[bingo-faced.livejournal.com]

If I would have known that was all it took to move you, I'd've kept my mouth shut a long time ago. [Laughs.] Seriously, though, I've been buckling down. Reputation or not, I'd like to keep my career on track.