Authors Note: Things I've learned about writing fanfiction: it is impossible to write at your nosy boyfriend's house, because he keep popping his head over your shoulder and asking you what you're working on. Then when he does figure out what you're working on, he harasses you mercilessly about it. So, needless to say, I won't be writing on weekends anymore. Grrr…
Chapter 7
Jack came back downstairs a few minutes later in his swim trunks to find that everything had gone back to normal. Carter had poured four glasses of champagne, and was pouring the sparkling grape juice into two more flutes.
"Let's go!" Cassie yelled, opening the sliding glass door towards the deck. The adults grabbed their drinks and filed out behind her. Cassie, in true form, did not even wait for the others before she hopped in and snagged the lounger.
"Come on, Cassie," Jack protested. "Don't hog the best spot for yourself. Old people need it more than you do."
Cassie made no move to get up. Instead she contentedly pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes and sipped her fake champagne. Janet rolled her eyes in response and moved to take a seat in the corner opposite of Cassie.
Soon enough, everyone was happily talking and drinking their champagne as dusk fell.
"If you wanna be with me, I can make your wish come trueeeee…"
Sam held her hands over her ears as she was assaulted by the drunk archaeologist and hyperactive teenager on either side of her. "For the love of God, stop!" she yelled.
Over in the corner, sandwiched between Jack and Teal'c, Janet Frasier giggled until she let out a snort, champagne glass tipping precariously between her fingers. "I didn't realize you and Cassie listened to the same music, Daniel," she got out between more laughs.
Teal'c was starting to look somewhat grumpy as his head turned slowly between Janet and Daniel. His gaze wandered from Janet to Jack. "I do not believe I enjoy Tau'ri music, O'Neill," he intoned.
Jack snorted before taking a sip of champagne. "Trust me, T, that's not music."
"It's better than the stuff that Sam listens to," Daniel protested.
Sam glared at Daniel threateningly. "At least I don't listen to Christina Aguilera, Daniel."
Suddenly, Daniel reached behind Sam and grabbed the knot that held her suit up and yanked down. Sam shrieked but managed to catch the top from falling down too far by grabbing the cups.
Suddenly, the only noise from the deck was the bubbling of the water through the pump. The look on Sam's face was pure rage. She grabbed the strings from behind her head and stormed out of the tub. She grabbed her towel from the back of a chair and slammed the sliding glass door behind her as she stalked inside.
No one spoke for a minute. Daniel looked like he wanted to disappear through the drain, and everyone just stared at him, astonished. Finally, Jack broke the silence.
"Well, that just topped every stupid thing I've done in the past seven years," O'Neill said before tossing back the last of his champagne.