"May day, may day, I'm going down," John muttered into his drink. Then he spread a wide, fake smile over his face again and nodded to the mayor-cum-chieftain of Peraddingon
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*laughs* oh I needed this lovely laugh. Lucky Ronon in getting out of this one; and Teyla has the patience of a saint. Poor John, having to suffer as such.
Boys will be boys...and then pretend they had nothing to do with the consequences. Really, Teyla, you shouldn't be drinking if you can't old your liquor.
She'll make them pay when they have to spar with her next time.
SGA, SG-1, and/or Supernatural (either of these, combo, whatever you feel like)
Piano, morris dancing, may day.
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She'll make them pay when they have to spar with her next time.
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