CHAPTER 4:

Later that night the guys where hanging out at their local … by the looks of it … cess pit (local bar) .

"So let me get the straight."

This came from Hammond who had been asleep most of the match, (seeing as Daniel's team were well … crap. Hammond never even saw the puck.)

"We won, but Jack still isn't happy because he didn't think you guys gave us (Jack's team) enough competition?"

Daniel's unhappy team all nodded.

"So he's challenged Teal'c (the Jaffa with a symbiote, unable to get plastered) to a drinking competition?"

"Yup."

Janet said, who was fascinated with the ceiling tiles.

"Well actually, the Colonel challenged 'Junior' to a drinking competition."

Sam corrected. Everyone (minus Hammond) nodded as though they now understood, Hammond, and Lucy (ever the true blonde) smiled and nodded.

"Right, I'm getting the drinks in, same again?"

Daniel asked around the table. The gang all raised their glasses (even Janet, though she was still captivated by the ceiling tiles).

"Aye."

Chorused the drunken crew.

Meanwhile in some deserted corner of the ... bar (for lack of a better word). Jack and Teal'c stood, observing a large fish tank (lets just say the bar's kitchen catered for all taste buds).

"Ok, T' here what you gotta do."

Teal'c being the only sober one of the bunch was supporting Jack who was leaning heavily on his shoulder, waving occasionally at the fish … he'd even named one Mr. Wobbly ( I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE I HAVE A THING FOR FISH!!!)

"You gotta place Junior in a tank like this, that's gonna be filled with stuff."

Jack slurred, the 'stuff' part had caused Jack to breath in Teal'c's face causing the 'big guy' much discomfort .

"'Stuff' O'Neill?"

"Yes T' 'stuff' … alcohol, vodka that kind of 'stuff'"

Jack said not realising (well you wouldn't in his state) that vodka was in fact alcohol. Teal'c straightened up at this.

"Indeed O'Neill, but if I remove my symbiote, I will surely die."

"True, but it wont be for very long and …"

Jack stepped aside revealing a large St. Bernard with its barrel of brandy or whiskey (it's one of the other) hanging from its collar. The dog sat obediently at Jack's side, panting. (God only knows where the dog came from … maybe it followed him here?)

"We have Bernard here if anything should go wrong."

Teal'c wasn't sure weather to trust O'Neill or not … (I'd go with 'not')

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Plz RnR if u like, I know it's only short.
Hopefully this chapter made a bit more sense, but then a gain maybe not?!
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