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"Yes, that's true, but I'm not some kid you have to treat with...with kid gloves," it was as if just a little of Daniel's eloquence has taken a downturn with all the alcohol. Daniel slowly made his way to the next open urinal. Way too much to drink for him. Everett and Jack would have drank him under the table, but Daniel had never had it nearly this bad except on Abydos once. And that was because Skaara decided to take the moonshine and put some of his own special Skaara enthusiasm into the strength of it.
Never drink what he offers you. That's lesson number one.
Talk about a thoughtful Team Lead, SG-4 was lucky. Even offered him a pillow.
"Good thing I'm a civilian, huh?" Daniel said, and practiced one of the many skills he learned during the worst of cram weeks, which, when you couldn't ever get a straight hour's worth of rest, was falling asleep on the spot.
And, so, the next morning rolls around to find Everett sprawled out over Daniel's sofa, snoring loudly. His shirt is half undone and a boot is missing, one of the beer bottles clutched in his right hand, and is empty.
Doors slammed, maybe too loudly, and there was the sound of someone dragging themselves out of their room with the grace of a walking corpse. Daniel wandered in, wearing nothing but his boxers, glasses in one hand and hair sticking up.
The archaeologist staggered towards the kitchen. He didn't seem to notice he had a visitor.
A loud snort at the noises, and some inintelligent muttering, definately something Everett wouldn't want his mother to hear, and the big man turns over on the couch, smacking his lips.
Daniel froze at the sound coming from his living room. He peered around the corner. It took him a second to realize that he couldn't actually see any better this morning, and that yep, he still needed glasses. He put them on and padded up, quietly, to the sofa. Who the hell-
"Yes, that's true, but I'm not some kid you have to treat with...with kid gloves," it was as if just a little of Daniel's eloquence has taken a downturn with all the alcohol. Daniel slowly made his way to the next open urinal. Way too much to drink for him. Everett and Jack would have drank him under the table, but Daniel had never had it nearly this bad except on Abydos once. And that was because Skaara decided to take the moonshine and put some of his own special Skaara enthusiasm into the strength of it.
Never drink what he offers you. That's lesson number one.
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"Good thing I'm a civilian, huh?" Daniel said, and practiced one of the many skills he learned during the worst of cram weeks, which, when you couldn't ever get a straight hour's worth of rest, was falling asleep on the spot.
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Everett had that ability, too. Except his was bred through trying to sleep in warzones.
(We can skip ahead to the next morning and the resulting hangover if you want.)
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(sounds good to me!)
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Boy, can the colonel knock a few back.
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The archaeologist staggered towards the kitchen. He didn't seem to notice he had a visitor.
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Oh. Yeah. Last night.
"Colonel?"
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"Five more minutes." He grumbles.
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