I know you!
Sorry it has taken me so long! I'm sorry I made Jack so open but I had to have him express himself early. I hope you like this next part. It's short though. Well here it goes…
He sat there watching the home basketball team, the Denver Nuggets, play the Detroit Pistons. Of course the home team was losing. Not much change there.
Detective Pete Shanahan turned back to the bar and asked for another beer while he sat there cradling his first beer.
'I shouldn't be drinking. I told Sam I would be there in an hour.' Pete thought to himself.
His thoughts slowly drifted to his previous conversation with the general. Then it hit him.
'Could that be the same general Sam always was talking about?' Pete thought. He grew furious at the thought of that general being the one his fiancé was in love with. 'That's not true. I don't know if she loves him. But what if that really is the same general?' Pete's thoughts were interrupted by the bartender.
"Excuse me sir. Are you alright?" The bartender asked as he processed to wipe down the counter. He had noticed Chubby staring into space and was beginning to worry if he was going to be all right.
"Huh…um…yeah I'm fine. Can I ask you a question though?" The bartender nodded and went back scrubbing. "That guy I was talking to before. He was a general. What was his name?"
"That's easy sir. Everyone knows General Jack O'Neill!" The bartender told Pete.
O'Neill. That sounded so familiar.
"In fact he was allowed back in here just a couple months ago after getting kicked out with his two friends, Dr. Daniel Jackson and Colonel Samantha Carter, about four years ago."
His fears were confirmed when the bartender mentioned Sam's name. Without paying for his two beers he had drunk, Pete ran out of O'Malley's to his car and had it in drive before he had closed the door of his car all the way.