It had been a year, and John knew trouble would happen, the first time he went into anywhere that served drink he knew he'd get into trouble with a drunk. But then didn't he get into trouble without them too...

One year before the people from Earth fled from te Replicators as the Replicators were destroyed by the Wraith, now thanks to the Wraith and their ever present need for food, hundreds of planets had defected to join the Wraith as worshippers, which was actually worse then a drunk having a bad day in Johns opinion.

He and Teyla were in a bar on Melkave, a former Replicator held world, things had stareted smoothily, then like normal, went downhill. John had been teaching Teyla a game called Chinses Chess, something a fellow soldier of his when in Iraq before going to McMurdo taught him.

A man called for quiet, it was clear he was drunk as he spoke, "Hey stop wit th' music." he said his voice somewhat slurred. "I'm a... I got a few words." He said before taking his refilled drink, "Today is a good day, a year ago today the Replicators were destroyed by our gods, the Wraith let us live. And the Replicators lost. so did the Ancients. A tost!"

Teyla watched Johns expression, apparnetly John didn't take to the idea of his heritage being put down by a drunk that knew of the Ancestors. "John, don't do anything uncalled for.." she warned him as he stood up and took back his cup, "Where are you going?"

"I just felt the need for a drink." John said heading for the bar. He then stopped at the bar and set his empty cup down, and requested seeing the man being something resembling a Chinses barkeeper of very high ranking. "A refill please" John had a combat vest, and his 9mm on his hip with it, but the P90 though was not with him, after the destruction of the Replicators there was only a need for spotshooting.

The man continued talking, "The Atlanteans, they haven't been seen or heard for in a while, I think they've fled again, like they did when they lost the first time." He raised his glass, "Cheers" the bar was oddly in a happy mood after that... for a short time. The man then noticed John's combat vest, as well as who he was, "So you gonna toast the Wraith with me? You got a combat vest there, it looks sorta black."

"It was on sale" John said taking a drink.

"You aren't going to toast with me? Even though it is hard to believe those of Atlantis are just coawards that live within the city shield and not bother to even water their planets or swim." The drunk said. "I think they're yellowbellied scum that shouldn't breathe the clean air."

That did it for John, Teyla heard everything as she watched. John set down his cup and turned to the drunk. "Say that to my face" he said. turning to look in the direction of Teyla. The man stood up and went over to stand in front of John.

"I said, the people of Atlantis are yellowbellied scum that shouldn't breathe the clean air." the Drunk said into Johns face, nearly knocking the iron legged man over from his breath. "Now what you gonna do about it?"

John smilied, "Nothin', I just wanted to get you to look at me so she could get behind you." He said as the drunk turned around and his forehead met Teylas knife hilt with a solid thunk. when the man hit the floor soundlessly John said with a smile, "drunks are so cute" Teyla said nothing as John noticed a few others standing up, "Oh no, I think we are dead now..."

"I agree" Teyla said calmly

"Lets do this" John said, within ten minutes they cleaned house, when they were done John said simply, "what say we lock this planet out of the addresses?" The pair then headed home, it was a nice day John said back at home, the little secret between them...