Fic: How Far We've Come
Title: How Far We've Come.
Author: Aqualegia
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Word Count: 2726
Author's Notes: Written for: romancingmcshep
Using the Hewligan_100 prompt: 027 Partners & the mcsheplets Challenge 100: How Far We've Come (which I've also used for the title).
Summary: Set a few years after my fic Men in Black. The boys are getting ready for another milestone in their life together.
John arrived back from his morning run to find that Rodney was still fast asleep. He looked at the alarm clock and saw that it had been switched off. He gave a deep sigh and gently shook his partner awake, and smiled when the scientist's blue eyes opened wide.
"Rise and shine, Rodney. You've slept through the alarm and we've got to be in the Gate Room in just under and hour. So get your ass out of bed, have a quick shower and then we can grab some breakfast before it's too late." John leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips, before he disappeared in the direction of the bathroom.
Hearing the shower start up, Rodney gave a heartfelt groan, and got out of bed to follow John into the other room. Still trying to wake up, he used the toilet, then stepped into the shower and gave John a quick kiss as he turned on the second set of shower heads to get a share of the hot water. After that, they dried off, shaved, got dressed and into the mess hall in record time.
Because they were running a little behind time, they were relieved to find that the queue for food was quite short, so they were soon carrying their trays over to their usual table on the balcony, where they joined the rest of the command staff and their friends.
Teyla looked up and smiled at them. "Good morning John, Rodney. Are you looking forward to the festivities today?"
"Not really, no." John replied. "I know that we can't avoid it, but I'm sure you realize that we would rather spend the day quietly with our friends."
"Yes, John. We are all aware you would rather not take part in, as you put it, pompous ceremonies," she replied. "However, I really think you are going to have to, at least, appear to enjoy this one."
John grimaced. "I know... I'll do my best not to pout too much."
Teyla laughed. "At least we shall be accompanying you; and we will all try to make sure that you are not too bored." She looked at the time, then rose to her feet. "I think I should go back to my room to collect my luggage. I will see you in the Gate Room in about ten minutes."
"John and I will be there," Rodney replied, having already finished his breakfast. John nodded his agreement, still working his way through the plate of food.
Ronon reached forward with his fork, and John pushed the plate towards him before picking up his mug and finishing off his coffee. At least the food wouldn't get wasted.
"See you later, big guy," he muttered as he clapped Ronon on the back. Then he increased his pace to follow Teyla and Rodney out of the mess hall.
Back in their quarters, John and Rodney made final scans of their rooms to make sure that nothing important had been left behind, then closed and locked their large suitcases. They took a transporter to a Gate level hallway, then walked side by side to the now crowded room, pulling the suitcases behind them.
A few minutes later Chuck took a head count and called out to Woolsey that everyone was here. In return Woolsey told him to dial Earth, and after that time seemed to speed up. The senior staff walked through the gate first and they were immediately rushed to the infirmary for the mandated medical checks. Once they had all been cleared they were rushed back in the S.G.C. Gate Room. From there they were beamed up to the Daedalus, then to an underground car park, where they boarded a luxurious coach which took them to an equally luxurious hotel. The S.G.C. contingent then led the way to the check-in desk. There were five clerks on duty, so John pulled Rodney over to one that didn't have a client and presented their credentials to her. In less than five minutes she had booked them in, created the key cards and called a bellhop over to take their luggage up to their suite.
Once the bellhop had left them alone in the suite, John set the coffee maker to brew them a mug of coffee each. Then he set his watch's alarm for thirty minutes which made Rodney cock his head. "I have a meeting scheduled with O'Neill and Woolsey in about forty-five minutes - I think I mentioned it to you yesterday - and I don't think it would be a good idea to be late."
"Okay, yes... I do remember you telling me that. Once I've had a coffee, I think I'll try to catch up on a bit more of the sleep I lost clearing up after those idiots last night."
"I noticed those 'idiots' came through the gate with us today, so they won't get another chance to blow anything else up."
Rodney nodded, "I sent messages to Carter and Bill Lee, warning them of their incompetance. Sam told me while I was having my medical, that she'd put the paperwork in place to dismiss them from the Stargate program. She also said that she will warn all of our defence contractors of their incompetence so that they don't get the chance of blowing up their projects either. "
"Good! And remind me to say thanks to Sam when we see her again." John replied with a wide grin on his face. "We can't afford that kind of gross stupidity in either Atlantis or the S.G.C."
Rodney smiled grimly, then crossed the room to stand over the coffee machine, willing it to work faster. When it gurgled to it's conclusion, he took both mugs off the plate, handed one to John and took the other into the bedroom with him.
John watched Rodney's delectable ass disappear through the bedroom door, then sat down on the sofa to drink his coffee and to wonder why he was meeting with O'Neill and Woolsey now, rather than making time for it between the other meetings which were due to take place tomorrow. When his watch beeped, he got up off the sofa with a sigh and left the suite, after making sure he had a key card with him.
~*~*~*~*~
When the alarm sounded, it was oddly disorienting that dusk had fallen outside, and their bedroom was completely dark.
Rodney reached for the bedside light, and was surprised that it lit at his touch. Getting up, he closed the curtains, switched on the main lights, and opened his suitcase to quickly hang up his clothes.
A few moments later, John entered the room carrying two mugs of coffee which he placed on a mat on the dressing table. After a few minutes of watching Rodney move around the suite, John decided to make a start on unpacking his suitcase as well.
After everything had been put away, Rodney picked up his mug and gulped the now much cooler coffee down. Replacing the mug on the mat, he turned to face John. "What was the meeting about?"
John wrinkled his nose at him. "O'Neill swore me to secrecy - I'm not allowed to tell anybody about what was discussed - not even you."
"Why not?"
"He didn't say; and it was not my place to ask." He looked at his watch. "We'd better start getting ready for the reception.
They took turns having a quick wash and brush-up, before starting the chore of getting dressed. John reluctantly putting on his Dress Uniform, and Rodney putting on the same Tuxedo in which he had got married. John tied his bow tie for him, and hooked up the cummerbund, before holding out the jacket for his husband to put on.
When they were both ready, they picked up their key cards, and left the suite to make their way down to the ballroom where the reception was going to be held. Their names were checked off the list at the desk in the ante-room by Chief Master Sergeant Walter Harriman, whom they both knew, then went inside the ballroom itself.
John came to attention and saluted General O'Neill who was standing just inside the doors.
O'Neill waved him down, and gestured towards the bar just behind him. "Get yourselves a drink, then mingle - there's quite a few people you know here, so it shouldn't be too difficult to find someone to talk to."
"Yes, Sir." John just about managed not to salute again. To cover up the aborted gesture, he asked, "Can we get you a drink while we're there?"
O'Neill grinned. "Nah! Daniel's getting me a soda, but thanks for the offer," he replied then laughed as Daniel appeared at his side. "We'll talk again later."
"Yes, Sir. We'll see you later." He grabbed Rodney to stop himself from saluting again, and steered him in the direction of the bar, where he ordered them both sodas.
Once they had their glasses in hand, they wandered over to the notice board to see at which of the many tables scattered around the room they were to be seated. John started to run his eyes down columns and along rows. "There are a lot of people attending this dinner," he muttered.
"You're at table number three," a well remembered voice said from behind him.
John turned around, and grinned. "Dave? I didn't know you were going to be here! Are Rebecca and the kids here as well?"
Dave grinned back at his half-brother. "We've left the kids with Rebecca's parents for a few days, and we're seated at the same table as you and Rodney. According to the place names around the table, your Mother, and your cousins, have been sent invitations as well."
Rodney muttered something under his breath, then said in a louder voice, "It seems that my sister Jeannie, and her husband Kaleb, are here too."
"Would their surname be Miller by any chance?" Dave enquired.
"Yes!" John and Rodney spoke in unison.
"Well, their names are at places on table three as well."
Rodney leaned forward to rest his head on John's shoulder. "What did I do to deserve this?" he whined.
"Be brilliant!" John replied without missing a beat.
Just as Rodney was about to make another comment, a loud bell was rung from the dais at the far end of the room and the buzz of conversation died as everyone turned towards the sound. O'Neill spoke into the microphone attached to the lectern in front of him. "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. We invited you for a meal, and some conversation - well, the wait staff tell me it's time to serve dinner; so would everyone please take their seats. Thank you." He switched off the microphone and sauntered over to table two where SG-1 and quite a few others from the S.G.C. were already taking their seats.
When Dave, John and Rodney reached the table, John immediately shook hands with the Millers. He then turned to face the rest of his family. These are Rodney's sister Jeannie and her husband Kaleb Miller, they live in Vancouver where Kaleb is a Professor at the University of British Columbia. Jeannie, Kaleb, I'd like you to meet my mother, Rosemary Sheppard, my half-brother, David Sheppard, and his wife Rebecca. The two guys who look like me are my cousins, Brendan Dean and Vincent Drake. Next to Vincent is Ronon Dex and Teyla Emmagan, who who are native to the area where Rodney and I work." Everyone shook hands, and in some cases hugged and/or kissed, then they all took their seats as they could see people with dishes of food waiting to serve them.
During the meal, pictures of sons and daughters were passed around, and tales were told; some of which were extremely funny and produced gales of laughter; which had people from nearby tables smiling at their exuberance.
As soon as the meal was over, and the tables had been cleared of dishes, O'Neill went over to the dais and switched on the microphone. "I hope you all enjoyed the meal - I know I did." He patted his stomach, and a ripple of laughter ran through the room. "As you've all been told when you signed your non-disclosure agreements, all the military personnel here work on classified projects, either at Stargate Command, or on Atlantis. The declassification of these projects are coming soon, so we thought we would include everyone we could on the last 'classified' ceremony of promotions and medal presentations." He paused while a ripple of applause echoed through the room, and a large table was brought on to the dais by four strapping Marines in dress uniform. "The officers who are going to present the awards are: From the S.G.C. Colonel Cameron Mitchell, and from Atlantis Colonel John Sheppard."
Cameron and John walked towards the front of the dais, came to attention and saluted O'Neill before joining him on the dais itself. O'Neill had a quick word with them, then Cameron stepped up to the microphone to call the first recipient forward. For the next hour John and Cameron took it in turns to call their people forward for the presentation of medals or the exchange of rank insignia, and sometimes both.
When the last of the citations from the large table had been dealt with, General O'Neill stepped up to the microphone again. "We're nearly finished." He grinned when some laughter erupted from the nearby tables. "Major General Hank Landry is going to join me on stage for the last of the awards."
General Landry walked over from where he had been sitting at table two, getting smart salutes from both Cameron and John as he stepped up on the dais. The Generals exchanged salutes, then one of the Marines who had brought the table on stage, handed a box to General O'Neill, and a second one to General Landry.
O'Neill then called out, "Colonel Sheppard, please step forward."
After John had stepped in front of O'Neill and had his eagles removed and single stars put in their place on his collar, Dave nudged Rodney while John was taking the oath, and whispered, "Did you know he was going to be promoted?"
Rodney shook his head slightly. "No, I didn't," he replied, sounding stunned.
When O'Neill and Sheppard stepped back, General Landry called an equally shocked looking Cameron Mitchell to the front, and they silently watched as Cameron took the oath having had his eagles replaced with single stars.
Once the ceremony was over, the two newly minted Generals were allowed to return to their tables, with the cheers of the audience ringing in their ears.
Eventually the noise abated, and O'Neill spoke into the microphone again. "Thank you, all of you, for attending this function today. Richard, it's now your turn to talk."
Richard Woolsey, took O'Neill's place. "For those of you who don't know me, my name is Richard Woolsey, and I have been the administrative head of the Atlantis expedition for quite a few years now, and I have decided it's time for me to retire. I want to thank everyone who has served in Atlantis, and wish it's new leader, General Sheppard, the best of luck in both worlds. Thank you, John." He executed a small bow and left the room, to tumultuous applause.
General Landry then stepped up to the microphone. "I have been in charge of the S.G.C. for just over six years, and I am now going to move on, so I am passing the baton on to the newly promoted General Mitchell. I'm sure you'll do a very good job, Cameron." He turned and saluted General O'Neill before returning to his seat at table one.
O'Neill stepped forward again. "I have three more announcements to make, then I'll leave you to drink, dance or whatever else you want to do tonight. The first is: If you're still hungry after that feast, there will be a buffet with bar-snacks opening in a few minutes. Two, the cut off time for drinks is 11p.m., and three, this function room closes at five minutes to midnight. Enjoy yourselves!"
There were quite a few hangovers the next morning. ;)
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Author: Aqualegia
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Word Count: 2726
Author's Notes: Written for: romancingmcshep
Using the Hewligan_100 prompt: 027 Partners & the mcsheplets Challenge 100: How Far We've Come (which I've also used for the title).
Summary: Set a few years after my fic Men in Black. The boys are getting ready for another milestone in their life together.
John arrived back from his morning run to find that Rodney was still fast asleep. He looked at the alarm clock and saw that it had been switched off. He gave a deep sigh and gently shook his partner awake, and smiled when the scientist's blue eyes opened wide.
"Rise and shine, Rodney. You've slept through the alarm and we've got to be in the Gate Room in just under and hour. So get your ass out of bed, have a quick shower and then we can grab some breakfast before it's too late." John leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips, before he disappeared in the direction of the bathroom.
Hearing the shower start up, Rodney gave a heartfelt groan, and got out of bed to follow John into the other room. Still trying to wake up, he used the toilet, then stepped into the shower and gave John a quick kiss as he turned on the second set of shower heads to get a share of the hot water. After that, they dried off, shaved, got dressed and into the mess hall in record time.
Because they were running a little behind time, they were relieved to find that the queue for food was quite short, so they were soon carrying their trays over to their usual table on the balcony, where they joined the rest of the command staff and their friends.
Teyla looked up and smiled at them. "Good morning John, Rodney. Are you looking forward to the festivities today?"
"Not really, no." John replied. "I know that we can't avoid it, but I'm sure you realize that we would rather spend the day quietly with our friends."
"Yes, John. We are all aware you would rather not take part in, as you put it, pompous ceremonies," she replied. "However, I really think you are going to have to, at least, appear to enjoy this one."
John grimaced. "I know... I'll do my best not to pout too much."
Teyla laughed. "At least we shall be accompanying you; and we will all try to make sure that you are not too bored." She looked at the time, then rose to her feet. "I think I should go back to my room to collect my luggage. I will see you in the Gate Room in about ten minutes."
"John and I will be there," Rodney replied, having already finished his breakfast. John nodded his agreement, still working his way through the plate of food.
Ronon reached forward with his fork, and John pushed the plate towards him before picking up his mug and finishing off his coffee. At least the food wouldn't get wasted.
"See you later, big guy," he muttered as he clapped Ronon on the back. Then he increased his pace to follow Teyla and Rodney out of the mess hall.
Back in their quarters, John and Rodney made final scans of their rooms to make sure that nothing important had been left behind, then closed and locked their large suitcases. They took a transporter to a Gate level hallway, then walked side by side to the now crowded room, pulling the suitcases behind them.
A few minutes later Chuck took a head count and called out to Woolsey that everyone was here. In return Woolsey told him to dial Earth, and after that time seemed to speed up. The senior staff walked through the gate first and they were immediately rushed to the infirmary for the mandated medical checks. Once they had all been cleared they were rushed back in the S.G.C. Gate Room. From there they were beamed up to the Daedalus, then to an underground car park, where they boarded a luxurious coach which took them to an equally luxurious hotel. The S.G.C. contingent then led the way to the check-in desk. There were five clerks on duty, so John pulled Rodney over to one that didn't have a client and presented their credentials to her. In less than five minutes she had booked them in, created the key cards and called a bellhop over to take their luggage up to their suite.
Once the bellhop had left them alone in the suite, John set the coffee maker to brew them a mug of coffee each. Then he set his watch's alarm for thirty minutes which made Rodney cock his head. "I have a meeting scheduled with O'Neill and Woolsey in about forty-five minutes - I think I mentioned it to you yesterday - and I don't think it would be a good idea to be late."
"Okay, yes... I do remember you telling me that. Once I've had a coffee, I think I'll try to catch up on a bit more of the sleep I lost clearing up after those idiots last night."
"I noticed those 'idiots' came through the gate with us today, so they won't get another chance to blow anything else up."
Rodney nodded, "I sent messages to Carter and Bill Lee, warning them of their incompetance. Sam told me while I was having my medical, that she'd put the paperwork in place to dismiss them from the Stargate program. She also said that she will warn all of our defence contractors of their incompetence so that they don't get the chance of blowing up their projects either. "
"Good! And remind me to say thanks to Sam when we see her again." John replied with a wide grin on his face. "We can't afford that kind of gross stupidity in either Atlantis or the S.G.C."
Rodney smiled grimly, then crossed the room to stand over the coffee machine, willing it to work faster. When it gurgled to it's conclusion, he took both mugs off the plate, handed one to John and took the other into the bedroom with him.
John watched Rodney's delectable ass disappear through the bedroom door, then sat down on the sofa to drink his coffee and to wonder why he was meeting with O'Neill and Woolsey now, rather than making time for it between the other meetings which were due to take place tomorrow. When his watch beeped, he got up off the sofa with a sigh and left the suite, after making sure he had a key card with him.
~*~*~*~*~
When the alarm sounded, it was oddly disorienting that dusk had fallen outside, and their bedroom was completely dark.
Rodney reached for the bedside light, and was surprised that it lit at his touch. Getting up, he closed the curtains, switched on the main lights, and opened his suitcase to quickly hang up his clothes.
A few moments later, John entered the room carrying two mugs of coffee which he placed on a mat on the dressing table. After a few minutes of watching Rodney move around the suite, John decided to make a start on unpacking his suitcase as well.
After everything had been put away, Rodney picked up his mug and gulped the now much cooler coffee down. Replacing the mug on the mat, he turned to face John. "What was the meeting about?"
John wrinkled his nose at him. "O'Neill swore me to secrecy - I'm not allowed to tell anybody about what was discussed - not even you."
"Why not?"
"He didn't say; and it was not my place to ask." He looked at his watch. "We'd better start getting ready for the reception.
They took turns having a quick wash and brush-up, before starting the chore of getting dressed. John reluctantly putting on his Dress Uniform, and Rodney putting on the same Tuxedo in which he had got married. John tied his bow tie for him, and hooked up the cummerbund, before holding out the jacket for his husband to put on.
When they were both ready, they picked up their key cards, and left the suite to make their way down to the ballroom where the reception was going to be held. Their names were checked off the list at the desk in the ante-room by Chief Master Sergeant Walter Harriman, whom they both knew, then went inside the ballroom itself.
John came to attention and saluted General O'Neill who was standing just inside the doors.
O'Neill waved him down, and gestured towards the bar just behind him. "Get yourselves a drink, then mingle - there's quite a few people you know here, so it shouldn't be too difficult to find someone to talk to."
"Yes, Sir." John just about managed not to salute again. To cover up the aborted gesture, he asked, "Can we get you a drink while we're there?"
O'Neill grinned. "Nah! Daniel's getting me a soda, but thanks for the offer," he replied then laughed as Daniel appeared at his side. "We'll talk again later."
"Yes, Sir. We'll see you later." He grabbed Rodney to stop himself from saluting again, and steered him in the direction of the bar, where he ordered them both sodas.
Once they had their glasses in hand, they wandered over to the notice board to see at which of the many tables scattered around the room they were to be seated. John started to run his eyes down columns and along rows. "There are a lot of people attending this dinner," he muttered.
"You're at table number three," a well remembered voice said from behind him.
John turned around, and grinned. "Dave? I didn't know you were going to be here! Are Rebecca and the kids here as well?"
Dave grinned back at his half-brother. "We've left the kids with Rebecca's parents for a few days, and we're seated at the same table as you and Rodney. According to the place names around the table, your Mother, and your cousins, have been sent invitations as well."
Rodney muttered something under his breath, then said in a louder voice, "It seems that my sister Jeannie, and her husband Kaleb, are here too."
"Would their surname be Miller by any chance?" Dave enquired.
"Yes!" John and Rodney spoke in unison.
"Well, their names are at places on table three as well."
Rodney leaned forward to rest his head on John's shoulder. "What did I do to deserve this?" he whined.
"Be brilliant!" John replied without missing a beat.
Just as Rodney was about to make another comment, a loud bell was rung from the dais at the far end of the room and the buzz of conversation died as everyone turned towards the sound. O'Neill spoke into the microphone attached to the lectern in front of him. "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. We invited you for a meal, and some conversation - well, the wait staff tell me it's time to serve dinner; so would everyone please take their seats. Thank you." He switched off the microphone and sauntered over to table two where SG-1 and quite a few others from the S.G.C. were already taking their seats.
When Dave, John and Rodney reached the table, John immediately shook hands with the Millers. He then turned to face the rest of his family. These are Rodney's sister Jeannie and her husband Kaleb Miller, they live in Vancouver where Kaleb is a Professor at the University of British Columbia. Jeannie, Kaleb, I'd like you to meet my mother, Rosemary Sheppard, my half-brother, David Sheppard, and his wife Rebecca. The two guys who look like me are my cousins, Brendan Dean and Vincent Drake. Next to Vincent is Ronon Dex and Teyla Emmagan, who who are native to the area where Rodney and I work." Everyone shook hands, and in some cases hugged and/or kissed, then they all took their seats as they could see people with dishes of food waiting to serve them.
During the meal, pictures of sons and daughters were passed around, and tales were told; some of which were extremely funny and produced gales of laughter; which had people from nearby tables smiling at their exuberance.
As soon as the meal was over, and the tables had been cleared of dishes, O'Neill went over to the dais and switched on the microphone. "I hope you all enjoyed the meal - I know I did." He patted his stomach, and a ripple of laughter ran through the room. "As you've all been told when you signed your non-disclosure agreements, all the military personnel here work on classified projects, either at Stargate Command, or on Atlantis. The declassification of these projects are coming soon, so we thought we would include everyone we could on the last 'classified' ceremony of promotions and medal presentations." He paused while a ripple of applause echoed through the room, and a large table was brought on to the dais by four strapping Marines in dress uniform. "The officers who are going to present the awards are: From the S.G.C. Colonel Cameron Mitchell, and from Atlantis Colonel John Sheppard."
Cameron and John walked towards the front of the dais, came to attention and saluted O'Neill before joining him on the dais itself. O'Neill had a quick word with them, then Cameron stepped up to the microphone to call the first recipient forward. For the next hour John and Cameron took it in turns to call their people forward for the presentation of medals or the exchange of rank insignia, and sometimes both.
When the last of the citations from the large table had been dealt with, General O'Neill stepped up to the microphone again. "We're nearly finished." He grinned when some laughter erupted from the nearby tables. "Major General Hank Landry is going to join me on stage for the last of the awards."
General Landry walked over from where he had been sitting at table two, getting smart salutes from both Cameron and John as he stepped up on the dais. The Generals exchanged salutes, then one of the Marines who had brought the table on stage, handed a box to General O'Neill, and a second one to General Landry.
O'Neill then called out, "Colonel Sheppard, please step forward."
After John had stepped in front of O'Neill and had his eagles removed and single stars put in their place on his collar, Dave nudged Rodney while John was taking the oath, and whispered, "Did you know he was going to be promoted?"
Rodney shook his head slightly. "No, I didn't," he replied, sounding stunned.
When O'Neill and Sheppard stepped back, General Landry called an equally shocked looking Cameron Mitchell to the front, and they silently watched as Cameron took the oath having had his eagles replaced with single stars.
Once the ceremony was over, the two newly minted Generals were allowed to return to their tables, with the cheers of the audience ringing in their ears.
Eventually the noise abated, and O'Neill spoke into the microphone again. "Thank you, all of you, for attending this function today. Richard, it's now your turn to talk."
Richard Woolsey, took O'Neill's place. "For those of you who don't know me, my name is Richard Woolsey, and I have been the administrative head of the Atlantis expedition for quite a few years now, and I have decided it's time for me to retire. I want to thank everyone who has served in Atlantis, and wish it's new leader, General Sheppard, the best of luck in both worlds. Thank you, John." He executed a small bow and left the room, to tumultuous applause.
General Landry then stepped up to the microphone. "I have been in charge of the S.G.C. for just over six years, and I am now going to move on, so I am passing the baton on to the newly promoted General Mitchell. I'm sure you'll do a very good job, Cameron." He turned and saluted General O'Neill before returning to his seat at table one.
O'Neill stepped forward again. "I have three more announcements to make, then I'll leave you to drink, dance or whatever else you want to do tonight. The first is: If you're still hungry after that feast, there will be a buffet with bar-snacks opening in a few minutes. Two, the cut off time for drinks is 11p.m., and three, this function room closes at five minutes to midnight. Enjoy yourselves!"
There were quite a few hangovers the next morning. ;)
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