Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: a short scene at SG1's favored bar
Notes: Well I got my act together enough to get out a short piece in honor of Ralst International Day of Femslash which is taking place on the 19th. I'm trying to find time to get back around to my other stories, but I can't make any firm commitments at this time.
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Gina flipped the bottle; finishing pouring the drink with a flourish she didn't normally indulge in on such a busy night and slide the shot over to a woman who didn't normally indulge. Another customer further down the bar caught Gina's eye and she hurried over to take his order, but she kept her eye on the woman watching with a slight frown as the blonde down the shot with the same ease as she had the other seven. The motion caused the bar lights to catch on her dog tags, making them flash a dazzling bright white. Like the majority of the Air Force personnel based out of the nearby Mt. Cheney, the blonde woman was a regular here.
Most nights the blonde came in with the rest of her team, an older guy, a skinny boy with glasses, and a hunky African American man with enough muscles to be a professional wrestler and an unfortunate blindness to flirtation. Gina had looked, but she hadn't seen any sign of a wedding ring. These three had been in earlier tonight, watching the blonde from a distance but none had dared approach her. Sometimes, a short brunet woman joined them, but she always looked slightly uneasy in their company, as if she was not sure about her inclusion in the tight knit group.
It had been a shock when Gina had discovered the two women were regulars at another bar on the other side of town; a gay bar. She had been covering for one of her oldest friends, Jeff, after much begging and pleading on his part when he had caught a late season flue bug after using up all of his sick days. Prepared for a long night in an unfamiliar bar with unfamiliar coworkers and customers, all of which made for a stressful night, Gina was dumfounded to see the two soldiers in slinky dresses enter arm in arm. She had to admire the balls they had to go out in public when the wrong person seeing them could lead to dishonorable discharges.
Ever since then she had kept a closer eye on the group. While Gina had never observed anything to give away the women's relationship as anything more than close friends, she had noticed surprising things about the group that lead her to start watching all the Air Force personnel more closely. Things that made her wonder if deep space telemetry was really all they were doing despite the scientific data that flowed out of the mountain. Groups were missing for weeks at a time, then, would show up for a few nights in a row before vanishing again. Teams, like the blonde's, were made up of a mixture of science personnel and guys that looked like they'd have trouble stringing two big words together. A surprising number of soldiers came in wearing bandages. An even more surprising number of soldiers didn't come back at all, and their team mates, well…
The blonde raised her hand and Gina walked back over to her.
"Another," she said hoarsely, sliding her glass forward.
Without comment Gina poured the requested shot of whiskey and slid it back. When the blonde tipped her head back to swallow it, Gina saw the tear tracks on her face.
