"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.
Another team of dancers trooped into the village green and began their routine. John curled the hand no one could see under the table into a fist, digging his nails into his palm. They had been observing the spring festival dancing contest for three days now, with another day to go. Teyla had threatened to castrate him if he got drunk or fell asleep (first day and second day respectively). Rodney had abandoned him in favor of examining the the Peraddings' version of a portable piano, so John had no one to snark and mock with except Teyla, who never betrayed by so much as a twitch if wanted to laugh or kill him. It took any fun out of the experience John could have found.
The only happy person was the anthropologist, Dr. Haddow, who had come along with them in Ronon's place and kept gushing about how pleased and grateful they all were to have been invited to observe and making notes on a his yellow legal tablets and talking about pre-Christian druidic rituals and fifteenth century morris dancing.
John was ready to drown him in a keg of the Peraddings' ale, even if it would be a waste of good drink.
Rodney settled down next to him with an unhappy sigh. John let himself list a little toward him, just enough their elbows nudged against each other.
"How much longer must we endure this rural frolic before we can get back to Atlantis?" Rodney muttered.
"Rodney," Teyla hissed at him. "The Peradding have honored us by inviting us to join the annual contest."
"I'd rather be honored with a fully charged ZPM and some naked dancing girls."
That sounded good to John. He smiled and leaned back enough Teyla could glare directly at Rodney.
The newest team of dancers formed a square and began doing a complicated step-toe routine. It went on and on and on and on. John swallowed a yawn. Teyla elbowed him in the ribs and he swayed over into Rodney, who shoved him back. John retaliated with a shove of his own. A small, not especially well concealed shoving match followed ending with Rodney pushing John so hard he slipped and knocked Teyla off the other end of the bench just as the dancers finished up.
John and Rodney jumped to their feet and began applauding loudly.
*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.
"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.
Another team of dancers trooped into the village green and began their routine. John curled the hand no one could see under the table into a fist, digging his nails into his palm. They had been observing the spring festival dancing contest for three days now, with another day to go. Teyla had threatened to castrate him if he got drunk or fell asleep (first day and second day respectively). Rodney had abandoned him in favor of examining the the Peraddings' version of a portable piano, so John had no one to snark and mock with except Teyla, who never betrayed by so much as a twitch if wanted to laugh or kill him. It took any fun out of the experience John could have found.
The only happy person was the anthropologist, Dr. Haddow, who had come along with them in Ronon's place and kept gushing about how pleased and grateful they all were to have been invited to observe and making notes on a his yellow legal tablets and talking about pre-Christian druidic rituals and fifteenth century morris dancing.
John was ready to drown him in a keg of the Peraddings' ale, even if it would be a waste of good drink.
Rodney settled down next to him with an unhappy sigh. John let himself list a little toward him, just enough their elbows nudged against each other.
"How much longer must we endure this rural frolic before we can get back to Atlantis?" Rodney muttered.
"Rodney," Teyla hissed at him. "The Peradding have honored us by inviting us to join the annual contest."
"I'd rather be honored with a fully charged ZPM and some naked dancing girls."
That sounded good to John. He smiled and leaned back enough Teyla could glare directly at Rodney.
The newest team of dancers formed a square and began doing a complicated step-toe routine. It went on and on and on and on. John swallowed a yawn. Teyla elbowed him in the ribs and he swayed over into Rodney, who shoved him back. John retaliated with a shove of his own. A small, not especially well concealed shoving match followed ending with Rodney pushing John so hard he slipped and knocked Teyla off the other end of the bench just as the dancers finished up.
John and Rodney jumped to their feet and began applauding loudly.
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She'll make them pay when they have to spar with her next time.
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