"Toga Party" (SG-1, mm, J/D, vignette)
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applecameronTitle: Toga Party
Author: Apple Cameron
Fandom: SG-1, old school is the only school for me
Pairing: team vibe, but Jack/Daniel
Explicit: naw
Spoilers: naw
Janet and Sam were downing test tubes full of a purple something Daniel had christened "Athena's Bosoms", and everyone was (un)dressed in a sheet.
"Toga party." Sam had explained to their resident alien when he gave them The Look. The Tauri Are Crazy Look. "C'mon, it'll be fun." Come to think of it, Jack had given Sam a Look, too, and she smirked when she saw it. "Really, sir, I *did* go to college, you know."
"Leeeeroy Jennnnkins!" Simmons was regaling one of the techies in a corner, who burst out laughing. Jack didn't get the joke. But that was OK. He was host, he could just smile and pass on, as long as everyone was having a good time. And everyone *always* had a good time when Teal'c was playing bartender.
Sam was going to lose their contest. No one won against Janet. She and Teal'c had even matched metabolisms once, just as an experiment, and come to a draw, the Jaffa and the doctor staggering off in different directions colored equal shades of pale, after a Herculean drinkfest attempt that had done nothing more than empty Jack's checking account, and leave Daniel raving mildly about it for a day or two. ("How can one tiny woman hide so much alcohol?" and "Are we sure she's human?" were popular themes at the time.)
He was pretty sure the bet this time involved Sam losing the toga and perhaps even doing the macarena, so Jack wasn't about to break the competition up.
He surveyed the assembled, gaze flicking past most of SG-11, still snickering over Simmons' funny, whatever the hell it meant, Teal'c overseeing his little realm of the bar, and ducked out to the patio where he'd spotted Danny babbling at someone.
Jack clomped out and plopped down in a wicker chair, driving Daniel's victim away with a moderate glare. The SF in question suddenly found the need to refresh her drink. Smart kid. Like she understood Daniel anyway.
"Jack."
"Daniel."
Danny grinned. "Your favorite drink."
Jack yawned and stretched. "Only because I can't afford the better stuff for everyday."
"Whatever." His lap suddenly got heavier, with Daniel draped over it.
"How can one tiny woman hide so much alcohol," Daniel said to Jack, with an immense seriousness marred only by the slopping of drink all over his shirt. "Are we sure she's human?"
This resulted in Daniel leaning over and licking scotch off Jack's chest for a single, heart-stopping moment.
He wanted to hold Danny's head there, forever.
"Yeah, pretty much." He whispered, hand reaching out.
Author: Apple Cameron
Fandom: SG-1, old school is the only school for me
Pairing: team vibe, but Jack/Daniel
Explicit: naw
Spoilers: naw
Janet and Sam were downing test tubes full of a purple something Daniel had christened "Athena's Bosoms", and everyone was (un)dressed in a sheet.
"Toga party." Sam had explained to their resident alien when he gave them The Look. The Tauri Are Crazy Look. "C'mon, it'll be fun." Come to think of it, Jack had given Sam a Look, too, and she smirked when she saw it. "Really, sir, I *did* go to college, you know."
"Leeeeroy Jennnnkins!" Simmons was regaling one of the techies in a corner, who burst out laughing. Jack didn't get the joke. But that was OK. He was host, he could just smile and pass on, as long as everyone was having a good time. And everyone *always* had a good time when Teal'c was playing bartender.
Sam was going to lose their contest. No one won against Janet. She and Teal'c had even matched metabolisms once, just as an experiment, and come to a draw, the Jaffa and the doctor staggering off in different directions colored equal shades of pale, after a Herculean drinkfest attempt that had done nothing more than empty Jack's checking account, and leave Daniel raving mildly about it for a day or two. ("How can one tiny woman hide so much alcohol?" and "Are we sure she's human?" were popular themes at the time.)
He was pretty sure the bet this time involved Sam losing the toga and perhaps even doing the macarena, so Jack wasn't about to break the competition up.
He surveyed the assembled, gaze flicking past most of SG-11, still snickering over Simmons' funny, whatever the hell it meant, Teal'c overseeing his little realm of the bar, and ducked out to the patio where he'd spotted Danny babbling at someone.
Jack clomped out and plopped down in a wicker chair, driving Daniel's victim away with a moderate glare. The SF in question suddenly found the need to refresh her drink. Smart kid. Like she understood Daniel anyway.
"Jack."
"Daniel."
Danny grinned. "Your favorite drink."
Jack yawned and stretched. "Only because I can't afford the better stuff for everyday."
"Whatever." His lap suddenly got heavier, with Daniel draped over it.
"How can one tiny woman hide so much alcohol," Daniel said to Jack, with an immense seriousness marred only by the slopping of drink all over his shirt. "Are we sure she's human?"
This resulted in Daniel leaning over and licking scotch off Jack's chest for a single, heart-stopping moment.
He wanted to hold Danny's head there, forever.
"Yeah, pretty much." He whispered, hand reaching out.