Based on the funny but really thoughtful idea from South Park (relax, nothing disgusting, scandalous - in a nutshell - nothing South Park like scene involved). Just read and you will find it interesting and I hope entertaining too :P. The idea itself will be revealed in the end...or somewhere around that...one thing is for sure, it won't be reveled in this chapter :P
Warnings: mentioning of getting head over heels drunk...oh and my English coz it's just my second language
Disclaimer: I'm not a thief although my favorite movies are Ocean's 11 and 12 :D but I ain't that sharp tool (or how that saying goes :P...dunno coz we Hungarians have another way of saying we are pretty much dumb :D)
------The Warm-up ------
Somewhere in the Milkyway on a tiny planet called Earth where thousands of races lived in relative peace something was about to happen.
Colorado Springs. Jack O'Neill's place.
Friday. God, I love Fridays. Simpsons has the weekly re-run so I can catch up with the episodes I haven't seen due to work. But above all SG-1 is on stand down and this means that Friday is team night. Simpsons. Carter. Daniel. Teal'c. Beer. Junk food. Hey, did I mention I love Fridays? Jack O'Neill - colonel of the United State's Air Force - was thinking to himself while his hands worked in the routine way when he tidied up his place. It was not a very usual routine but after years he got the hang of it. It was a must after all, hell no he want Daniel to stumble through all his precisely thrown around stuff in his alcoholic haze and end up in his lap again immediately falling asleep, what was just the event happened on the last team night. He hoped that this time Carter will finally beat Daniel to his front door and with this earn herself the extra beer because if Daniel will win again he would sat him outside on the grass no matter how rude it sounds. At least there he wouldn't be able to do too much damage.
The doorbell cut him in his trail of thought about putting Daniel into a big balloon this way preventing him from acting like the elephant in the porcelain shop.
Opening up the door – deciding not to let the person standing in front of it know that he, again, forgot to lock it by yelling 'it's open' – he was utterly glad to see bright blonde hair at his eyelevel.
"Hail Dorothy, you saved us all from the wicked archeologist of inebriation" he exclaimed seeing the Daniel was just a few steps behind Sam and from the color of her cheeks it was obvious she made some field movement to tackle Daniel to win the race.
"I try to do my best, sir" Sam answered grinning widely when Daniel started to whine like a kid behind her.
"It's not fair. T and I parked sooner than you and still you ran and won. Isn't it called cheating?" The archeologist asked trying desperately to turn the situation and win the extra alcohol although he knew well that he was a cheap date.
"Daniel Jackson, you are acting like a five year old child" Teal'c interjected before Jack could make a remark. They all laughed at Daniel's spacedout expression and then Jack let them in.
"Okay, the HazMat team hasn't been in the kitchen yet, so I advise avoiding that room" the colonel informed everyone.
Daniel sniffed into the air in the living room. "Hey, Jack, I think they forgot the living room too!" he yelled after the colonel who went to get some fizzy to Teal'c.
"Very funny Spacemonkey but it's a special scent called 'shut-up-Danny'!" Jack yelled back.
When Jack came back he handed out the drinks – Sam got her extra beer – and then took the armchair next to Sam facing Teal'c and Daniel. But before sitting down he grabbed the pillow from his soon-to-be sitting place and threw it at Daniel who took the hint and lifted his foot down from the coffee table but just after mumbling. "Not like it is clean or anything."
"Cleaner than your office will ever be, Spacemonkey."
When they all finished off their beers all the while idly chatting about work Jack stood up to collect the empty bottles.
"Jeez, Jack you sure you did not get that illness on PCV-459? You're acting verrrrry strange." Daniel was right. It was not every day Jack cleaned up anything at all during the team nights or after them. Even Teal'c raised an eyebrow at his leader's attitude.
"O'Neill, did you engage in a relationship with a woman who makes you act like a domesticated house husband?"
"Gosh, here I am trying to make a good impression..." Jack grumbled while he tried to balance all of the bottles in his hands so far with success.
"You are soooo late with that, Jackie!" Daniel squealed his face lighting up with a huge smile that really went from one ear to the other which is biologically impossible but trust Daniel to break the rules of good old science. He was always like this when he got sooo drunk.
Jack rolled his eyes and a soft 'd'oh' left his lips while he connected his head with the corridor's wall on his way out to the kitchen. "Damn, Daniel, I told you to eat before you come here!"
TBC...soonIn the following chaps there will be fun, fun and more fun as the night goes on...stay tuned!
AN: I just love when Danny gets drunk because he is a cute-drunk (didn't mean Danny is cute, I meant his drunken state cute...not that violent type a few can turn into be)