Getting ready for the ball..
Why he'd even decided to go the ball, Rodney would never know. But they'd sent him an invitation. And he still hadn't met many people who could help with defeating the Wraith. Though magic... It still boggled his mind. Next thing you know, he'd be meeting werewolves other fairytale stories come true. Straightening his tie, Rodney looked at himself in the mirror. Not bad, if he did say so himself. And he did say so.
"Smooth, McKay," he imagined hearing. Scowling, he ignored the Sam-in-his-head and placed the final touch on his chest. It worked. Original. And no one would know it was a bit of a self-inside joke. If the Goa'uld were allowed to be megolamaniacal, so was he.
(Imagine him looking something like this, only with shorter hair.)
"Smooth, McKay," he imagined hearing. Scowling, he ignored the Sam-in-his-head and placed the final touch on his chest. It worked. Original. And no one would know it was a bit of a self-inside joke. If the Goa'uld were allowed to be megolamaniacal, so was he.
(Imagine him looking something like this, only with shorter hair.)
