Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Who: Ami
When: Friday, May 5
Where: Moe's Tavern
Invited Any and all
Status: Incomplete
Friday night came both too quickly and not quickly enough. With the week now behind her, Ami realized just precisely how long and draining it had been. The week started with her "full confession" to Daniel and was punctuated in between by General O'Neill's - she'd gotten much better at referring to him by title and surname in reference to "business" and name only on the "off-duty" moments, but she still stumbled sometimes - impromptu "training mission," Gamma Team training in the evening, Teyla's special brand of martial arts training, and more Big Confessions ™.
Ami needed the night off.
She didn't often wander down to "Moe's Tavern" - rumor had it that Jack named it in honor of his favorite television show - at least not alone, but tonight was an exception. Ami planned on playing a bit of billiards, maybe a few games of darts, listening to whatever band was scheduled in for the night, and to get pleasantly pissed. If the music was right and she was in the mood, there might even be dancing.
After a stint with Teyla and training, Ami showered and changed into something more suitable for a night out. She didn't go overboard, though those who knew her would have noticed that she took extra pains with a touch of color on her lips, a hint of liner around her eyes and the curls in her hair. Capri pants, a fitted sleeveless blouse and a ribbon headband to hold the loose curls away from her face topped the outfit, and earned her a few cat calls and teasing comments from Maureen.
"Hoping to get lucky tonight? What's his name?"
"Nothing wrong with looking your best every now and again," Ami retorted.
Not surprising, Moe's was half full when Ami stepped inside and it was only an hour past sundown. By the time the second moon rose, the place would definitely be filled to the brim with colonists looking to drink, socialize and get away. The band tonight played upbeat swing, and though no one was dancing, plenty of people seemed to be bopping and tapping to the music.
Ami made her way to the bar, hopped up on a stool and ordered mead. It was homemade and dark, and about as close as she could get to the familiar ale that she knew from London.
When: Friday, May 5
Where: Moe's Tavern
Invited Any and all
Status: Incomplete
Friday night came both too quickly and not quickly enough. With the week now behind her, Ami realized just precisely how long and draining it had been. The week started with her "full confession" to Daniel and was punctuated in between by General O'Neill's - she'd gotten much better at referring to him by title and surname in reference to "business" and name only on the "off-duty" moments, but she still stumbled sometimes - impromptu "training mission," Gamma Team training in the evening, Teyla's special brand of martial arts training, and more Big Confessions ™.
Ami needed the night off.
She didn't often wander down to "Moe's Tavern" - rumor had it that Jack named it in honor of his favorite television show - at least not alone, but tonight was an exception. Ami planned on playing a bit of billiards, maybe a few games of darts, listening to whatever band was scheduled in for the night, and to get pleasantly pissed. If the music was right and she was in the mood, there might even be dancing.
After a stint with Teyla and training, Ami showered and changed into something more suitable for a night out. She didn't go overboard, though those who knew her would have noticed that she took extra pains with a touch of color on her lips, a hint of liner around her eyes and the curls in her hair. Capri pants, a fitted sleeveless blouse and a ribbon headband to hold the loose curls away from her face topped the outfit, and earned her a few cat calls and teasing comments from Maureen.
"Hoping to get lucky tonight? What's his name?"
"Nothing wrong with looking your best every now and again," Ami retorted.
Not surprising, Moe's was half full when Ami stepped inside and it was only an hour past sundown. By the time the second moon rose, the place would definitely be filled to the brim with colonists looking to drink, socialize and get away. The band tonight played upbeat swing, and though no one was dancing, plenty of people seemed to be bopping and tapping to the music.
Ami made her way to the bar, hopped up on a stool and ordered mead. It was homemade and dark, and about as close as she could get to the familiar ale that she knew from London.