Bubbly

Daniel knew that Vala could handle her alcohol, for some one like her who had spent the majority of her life making deals in shady bars with shadier people it was practically required of her. Mitchell always said it was a shame she wasn't from Earth because she would have loved college. It took Daniel a minute to remember that not everybody had been locked in dusty basements cataloguing relics during those four years.

Vala can polish of a bottle of tequila or whiskey and the only effect is a slight deepening in her accent and extra sway to her hips- nothing that Daniel can complain about. She definitely wasn't the lightweight in their relationship, that still fell to him and she loved to tease him about it. Taking a sip from his champagne he had to smirk, not all the teasing was bad.

Tonight was different though, because looking over to the other side room where Vala was giggling madly with Sam and Teal'c, she looked to have more than a little of her weight leaning on the Jaffa.

Vala was plastered.

Neither Teal'c nor Sam seemed to mind, mostly because the former probably found it amusing and the latter wasn't exactly sober either. Daniel smiled. She looked cute. He shook his head. God, he was a goner, but he had already known that.

"Your girlfriend is wasted." Turning to Jack, Daniel nodded.

"I know."

"Man, how many glasses has she had? I don't think I've ever seen her this drunk." Cam said downing his beer, looking way too happy at the situation.

"I don't think she has been this drunk in a long time, and I think she's had about four glasses."

"Four!? Seriously, four? What a lightweight." Cam had a grin that says that he wouldn't be letting Vala live this down for while.

Daniel rolled his eyes and glanced at Cam. "Call her that next time she's beating you on game night, and see she how much of a lightweight she is then…" Daniel left the threat hanging in the air, leaving Cam to look appropriately frightened. Vala was a purist (especially about her drinking and game night) and if challenged she would fight back; Daniel thought he should warn Cam from the humiliation that he would befall (and honestly he wanted to spare the rest of them too, they've already seen Mitchell without his pants too much anyway).

"I think I'm gonna take her upstairs before she drops." With a nod he left his two friends and headed across the room. When he got there Vala practically launched herself at him, sloppily kissing his cheek, if it wasn't for his quick reflexes and Teal'c's steadying hand Daniel was pretty sure she would have had a not so graceful fall. Over her shoulder he gave Teal'c a nod of thanks.

"Hullo, darhling." Her accent came in heavily and she wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him again, this time managing to land closer to his lips, still no less sloppy. Her lips made a smacking sound against his skin. She really was adorable.

He kissed her, soft and sweet (he didn't miss). "Hey. Having fun?"

"I am, darhing, who knew that this stuffy old party would be this much fun!" She giggled. Her grin was wide and bright with just a touch of silly.

Daniel chuckled. Oh yeah, she was drunk, because the party sucked.

"Lets dance darhling, we've barely danced all night…Whoa!" She began pulling him to the dance floor when she stumbled a bit, securing his arm around her; he pulled her tightly to him.

"You okay?" looking at her he saw her eyes were hazy with effects of alcohol, but other than that she seemed to be okay.

She leaned in a whispered into his ear in a way that he didn't think she meant to be enticing, still he shivered at her voice, "Darhling, I think I'm drunk. Very drunk." At her revelation Daniel couldn't help the bubble of laughter that escaped his lips. "Yeah, I got that." She giggled again and kissed his neck, licking his pulse point. Damn, that felt good. He tightened his arms around her. They were definitely going upstairs.

"I haven't felt this drunk in ages. What do you call what I've been drinking? " She swooned melodramatically in his arms and he smiled, if she could still put on a show she wasn't as bad as he thought. Then her eyes closed sleepily, blinking a couple of times before focusing on him again.

"Champagne. Come on, let's get you upstairs before you drop off right here." He brushed her bangs tenderly from her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Vala gave him a small smile and tapped his nose with another giggle.

"Best idea you've had all night, my Daniel."

As they left he nodded and waved good night to his friends who had been looking at them with amusement. They always did seem to put on a show.

By the time they got to the hotel room, Daniel was glad that they were staying in the same hotel that the party had been, Vala, in between her kisses and giggles, was practically dead weight in his arms. As soon as they entered the room she made her way to the bed a flopped right on to it, groaning.

Making his way next to her, he again brushed the hair from her face. "Vala, you okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Hm… I don't think we'll be having sex tonight, darhling…" She already sounded half-asleep. Daniel chuckled at her statement; yeah… he had picked up on that too.

"What make you think I brought you up here for sex?" Vala summoned the strength to open her eyes and raised an eyebrow. Again Daniel chuckled and leaned into give a quick kiss, "Well, I won't deny that the thought crossed my mind, but when you drifted of in the middle of the make-out session you started in the elevator I put and two and two together." Vala smiled sleepily and closed her eyes.

"Hey, wait," He moved to the mini-fridge and grabbed some water, "drink some water first, it will help with the hangover in the morning." Vala groaned as she sat up but took the drink, downing the bottle and falling back to the bed.

Daniel rolled his eyes and went to have a quick shower before bed. By the time he got out she was fast asleep curled on the bed. He changed into a pair of boxers and pajama pants; he then went to remove Vala's dress and shoes, before slipping on her favorite of his shirts to sleep in, his black one with the hole on the sleeve. Lying in bed next to her he wasn't surprised when she draped herself over him, almost literally sleeping on top of him. They always slept close to each other, even when they fought they would always touch in sleep (an arm or leg over a waist or thigh), but when she was tipsy or drunk she liked to sleep on him instead of the bed. She had some of the cutest quirks. She let out a soft snore- really, the cutest. He kissed her temple wrapping an arm around her and he let his hand rub soft circles on her back as he followed her into sleep.

Who would have thought a little bubbly would have this effect?