CATEGORY: humor
SUMMARY: Jack tries to get Daniel to loosen up.
AUTHOR: loopy
CATEGORY: humor
SUMMARY: Jack tries to get Daniel to loosen up.
Daniel sighed. "Look, Jack, I've told you, I have no interest in hockey and I really don't want to go to the match with you."
Jack pulled an impatient face. He had heard all this before, and was convinced that Daniel would soon give way under a little persuasion.
A loud clatter, followed by shouts and laughing, was heard in the corridor outside, and Daniel buried his face in his hands. "How can I get this work done with that row going on?" he asked in despair.
Jack thought he could see a way to add to that persuasion. "Why don't you come back to my place?" he asked. "That way you could work in peace."
Daniel looked tempted. A further bout of shouting swayed him finally.
"Okay", he said, and gathered his papers together.
Daniel sat at Jack's kitchen table, surrounded by papers and books. "It's so much better to have somewhere to work in peace", he commented. Jack grinned back. "Want a drink?" he asked. Daniel nodded. Jack collected a couple of glasses, and poured Daniel a generous shot of whiskey. "That should soften him up a little", he thought to himself as he placed the glasses on the table. Daniel reached out absentmindedly, picked up the glass and knocked it back as if it were the cup of coffee that was usually in that position on his desk. Jack grinned as his friend coughed slightly, looked at the glass in surprise, then placed it back carefully on the table. "Piece of cake", he muttered under his breath.
Jack looked from the empty bottle in one hand to the brand new bottle in the other. Had they really gone through the bottle that quickly? The hockey game was long forgotten: this had become a matter of pride now. How could he admit to anyone (especially himself) that after sharing a most of a large bottle of Jamieson's finest he was feeling decidedly light-headed, while Daniel was still pouring over the goa'uld translation he was working on, apparently completely unaffected? He sighed and broke the seal on the second bottle. He had been saving it for a special occasion, but - hell...
Daniel suddenly gave a yell. Jack jumped in astonishment. Had the whiskey finally started having an effect? But no, Daniel had obviously discovered the key to the translation. He started scribbling furiously, looking more alert and absorbed in his work than ever. Jack gave up. "Don't you ever get drunk?" he slurred, then put his head on the table and started snoring. Daniel looked up and shook his head sadly. "Oh Jack, is your memory that short?" he asked. "Or did you think that only Skaara and his friends drank the moonshine I taught them to make?"
