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[feltgoodthough]

Though Ronon had not especially been looking forward to the party or a New Year that involved being stuck here, he had not envisaged it would end like this. After watching Jennifer drench herself in champagne, he had seen confirmation of the custom Vala had told him about and when looking for Jennifer - just in case he'd come across her and John

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[dojustfine]

Just watching the way Ronon was dragging them made Jennifer's vertigo want to flare up. "Um, slow down a little, Ronon," she said, trying to walk and roll up the ridiculously long sleeves of his jacket and eventually giving up. The sleeves flapped about six inches past her hands, making her look like a little kid--if a little kid would have champagne all down the front of her dress.

[flyboy_shepp]

"Hey!" John protested, and even that syllable seemed to slur. "'m good!" John was a grown goddamn man, he could stumble home drunk on his own and didn't need half giants doing the work for him.

Maybe he could accept Ronon's steadying when he narrowly avoided running into a door.

[ata_beckett]

"No, no, no," Carson said, though he wasn't exactly sure what was going on. At some point during the night, his bottle of whiskey had gotten away from him, and the somehow turned into a half empty bottle of Drambuie. "Ye may as well keep yer breath t'cool the porridge, big man, we're fine."

The fact that Carson had yet to find his own footing didn't seem to factor into the equation much.

[feltgoodthough]

Ronon slowed down and gave Jennifer a look over the protests of the apparently fine intoxicated pair.

"You want to be back on the couch," he offered deadpan, "we could give you two some privacy." He took the whisky from Carson, (admittedly with difficulty,) and decided to see just how long they could stand under their own power. The answer being not very and he began manhandling towards the door before one of them ran into it. Outside was snow - snow was soft. Mostly.