"Colonel O'Neill." Devon said as he spotted him outside the hotel
restaurant.
"Commander Devon." Jack said. "Maybe we should start with introductions. Sam, this Commander Kyle Devon and...." He paused.
"Commander Melanie Carson, sir." Mel supplied.
"Commanders this is my wife Major Samantha Carter."
"Your reputation precedes you Major." Devon shook her hand.
"It's nice to meet you too sir, ma'am."
"For cryin' out loud." Jack said. "It's going to be long evening if everyone is sir-ing and ma'am-ing all the time. Since I outrank everyone drop it. It's just Jack, Sam, Kyle and Melanie."
"It's just Mel." Mel said. "The only one who calls me Melanie is my Mom."
"My Mom insists on calling me Jonathan." Jack shrugged. "Shall we get our table?" Jack asked. "O'Neill for four." He said to the restaurant host.
"Right this way sir." He led them to the table and they all took a seat. "This is Howard he'll be you waiter tonight."
"Thank you."
"Can I get you all something to drink while you take a look at the menu?"
"I'll have a beer, whatever's on tap." Jack said.
"Me too." Kyle agreed.
"White wine spritzer." Mel replied.
"Sam?" Jack prompted.
"Can I have an American Flag?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Thank you." Sam smiled. Howard left to get the drinks.
"Please tell me we're not going to have a re-run of short skirt night." Jack pleaded.
"You're the one who arranged for the guys to gatecrash the last one." Sam pointed out.
"Short skirt night?" Mel questioned.
"We had a small victory a few years ago." Sam explained. "And all the guys on the base got invited out to celebrate but the women didn't. So we decided to go out and celebrate ourselves and started our own tradition. There are two rules, one you have to wear the shortest skirt possible without being obscene because none of us are looking for conduct unbecoming charges, and two you're only allowed to drink cocktails related the nights theme. The last one was dedicated to our base commander General Hammond. We got through cocktails beginning with the letters of Hammond H through N, when Jack decided that he and the guys should gatecrash to protect our honours, not that we all aren't highly trained Air Force Officers who couldn't take care of ourselves if the need arose. So we made them down depth charges to complete the set."
"Depth charges a good solid Navy drink." Kyle smiled. "I see why you call it short skirt night."
"Actually it's from a line from a Shania Twain song." Sam replied.
"Man I Feel Like A Woman. 'Men's shirts, short skirts.'" Mel replied. Kyle looked at her amazed that she knew that piece of information. "What? I do listen to music and I have a niece. You remember Rachel don't you; she slapped you round the face when you tried to hit on her."
"Two things in my defence, one I didn't know she was your niece and two she looks older than twenty-one."
"Kyle, you're almost forty you shouldn't be hitting on twenty-one year olds anyway." Mel pointed out. "And if you absolutely have to, you need better chat up lines." Sam and Jack shared a smile. "But getting off the subject of my niece, how did you two meet?" She asked.
"Jack's my CO." Sam replied.
"You mean now." Mel said.
"No, always have been since the day we meet." Jack added.
"That's against regulations, UMCJ says..." Kyle started.
"We know what it says." Jack replied. "But certain regulations for the base we work at have been amended slightly, others have just disregarded."
"They threw out the Frat regs?" Mel questioned.
"No so much threw out." Sam said. "It's more left up to General Hammond's discretion. As long as it doesn't interfere with the running of the base and while on military property it's kept strictly professional, it isn't an issue."
"It also helps having friends in high places." Jack added.
"The President was involved?" Kyle asked.
"He authorised the changes, but nobody found out about them for at least three years. He recognised what we do and the impact that it has on our personal lives or lack there of."
"He really is a nice guy." Sam added. "He even sent us a bottle of champagne when he heard we got married. I only met the First Lady a couple of days ago but she's really sweet too."
"Wow." Mel said.
"So how did you two meet?" Sam asked changing the subject.
"Let's see, I was in a hurry and knocked her over, then I beat her in court and when I found out she was transferring to the JAG HQ I took her a cup of coffee to apologise and spilt it over her."
"My dry cleaner loved trying to get the stain out of my summer dress whites. He's been my best friend ever since." Mel smiled.
"Sounds interesting." Sam smiled.
"Your drinks." Howard said. He severed them to the appropriate people. "Are you ready to order?"
TBC
"Commander Devon." Jack said. "Maybe we should start with introductions. Sam, this Commander Kyle Devon and...." He paused.
"Commander Melanie Carson, sir." Mel supplied.
"Commanders this is my wife Major Samantha Carter."
"Your reputation precedes you Major." Devon shook her hand.
"It's nice to meet you too sir, ma'am."
"For cryin' out loud." Jack said. "It's going to be long evening if everyone is sir-ing and ma'am-ing all the time. Since I outrank everyone drop it. It's just Jack, Sam, Kyle and Melanie."
"It's just Mel." Mel said. "The only one who calls me Melanie is my Mom."
"My Mom insists on calling me Jonathan." Jack shrugged. "Shall we get our table?" Jack asked. "O'Neill for four." He said to the restaurant host.
"Right this way sir." He led them to the table and they all took a seat. "This is Howard he'll be you waiter tonight."
"Thank you."
"Can I get you all something to drink while you take a look at the menu?"
"I'll have a beer, whatever's on tap." Jack said.
"Me too." Kyle agreed.
"White wine spritzer." Mel replied.
"Sam?" Jack prompted.
"Can I have an American Flag?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Thank you." Sam smiled. Howard left to get the drinks.
"Please tell me we're not going to have a re-run of short skirt night." Jack pleaded.
"You're the one who arranged for the guys to gatecrash the last one." Sam pointed out.
"Short skirt night?" Mel questioned.
"We had a small victory a few years ago." Sam explained. "And all the guys on the base got invited out to celebrate but the women didn't. So we decided to go out and celebrate ourselves and started our own tradition. There are two rules, one you have to wear the shortest skirt possible without being obscene because none of us are looking for conduct unbecoming charges, and two you're only allowed to drink cocktails related the nights theme. The last one was dedicated to our base commander General Hammond. We got through cocktails beginning with the letters of Hammond H through N, when Jack decided that he and the guys should gatecrash to protect our honours, not that we all aren't highly trained Air Force Officers who couldn't take care of ourselves if the need arose. So we made them down depth charges to complete the set."
"Depth charges a good solid Navy drink." Kyle smiled. "I see why you call it short skirt night."
"Actually it's from a line from a Shania Twain song." Sam replied.
"Man I Feel Like A Woman. 'Men's shirts, short skirts.'" Mel replied. Kyle looked at her amazed that she knew that piece of information. "What? I do listen to music and I have a niece. You remember Rachel don't you; she slapped you round the face when you tried to hit on her."
"Two things in my defence, one I didn't know she was your niece and two she looks older than twenty-one."
"Kyle, you're almost forty you shouldn't be hitting on twenty-one year olds anyway." Mel pointed out. "And if you absolutely have to, you need better chat up lines." Sam and Jack shared a smile. "But getting off the subject of my niece, how did you two meet?" She asked.
"Jack's my CO." Sam replied.
"You mean now." Mel said.
"No, always have been since the day we meet." Jack added.
"That's against regulations, UMCJ says..." Kyle started.
"We know what it says." Jack replied. "But certain regulations for the base we work at have been amended slightly, others have just disregarded."
"They threw out the Frat regs?" Mel questioned.
"No so much threw out." Sam said. "It's more left up to General Hammond's discretion. As long as it doesn't interfere with the running of the base and while on military property it's kept strictly professional, it isn't an issue."
"It also helps having friends in high places." Jack added.
"The President was involved?" Kyle asked.
"He authorised the changes, but nobody found out about them for at least three years. He recognised what we do and the impact that it has on our personal lives or lack there of."
"He really is a nice guy." Sam added. "He even sent us a bottle of champagne when he heard we got married. I only met the First Lady a couple of days ago but she's really sweet too."
"Wow." Mel said.
"So how did you two meet?" Sam asked changing the subject.
"Let's see, I was in a hurry and knocked her over, then I beat her in court and when I found out she was transferring to the JAG HQ I took her a cup of coffee to apologise and spilt it over her."
"My dry cleaner loved trying to get the stain out of my summer dress whites. He's been my best friend ever since." Mel smiled.
"Sounds interesting." Sam smiled.
"Your drinks." Howard said. He severed them to the appropriate people. "Are you ready to order?"
TBC