Author's Note: Sadly enough, I've based this on personal experience, so don't think I'm being too mean to Sam. Only instead of almost flashing my CO wearing a little black bikini, I flashed an entire pool of people I knew, including my ex-boyfriend (the last person I wanted to get a free show). And yes, I was wearing a little black bikini. I've never had a fondness for them since. Now that you've had a laugh at my expense, on with the story!
Chapter 8
He was so dead.
Sam stalked up the stairs and into the guest bedroom, her wet body leaving little driplets on the Colonel's hardwood floors. She slammed the door behind her and dropped her body onto the bed inside, still clutching the top of her swimsuit.
She could just kill him! What on earth had Daniel been thinking?
She blew out an angry breath, her still dry bangs fluffing up in the air. Daniel was drunk; he had been doing anything but thinking. Everyone knew Daniel was an easy drunk, including himself. So why had he allowed himself to get so out of hand?
Then she remembered the way the Colonel's eyebrows had shot up when her straps had started falling. She had caught them in time, right? She looked down at her hands covering her top. It looked like she had. Thank God for that, at least.
She sighed. It figured. Just when she was finally becoming comfortable with the suit, something had to happen. Well, she could definitely count on never wearing it again.
Sam shivered, finally realizing how cold she was. She walked over to her bag to grab her clothes and get dressed to leave. She would deal with everyone once the weekend was over.
Her hand rummaged in the tote and pulled out her shirt and another black wad of clothing. She looked down at the extra piece of cloth that she had pulled up. Sam realized it was one of her black tank tops that she used when she was in the gym.
She smiled. She knew exactly how to get even with Doctor Daniel Jackson.
He was so dead.
"Teal'c, please switch seats with me!"
Teal'c, however, showed no mercy. "I do not believe that Major Carter is coming back, DanielJackson. Therefore, you should have nothing to fear." The grumpiness he was feeling was present in his voice. DanielJackson had been rather annoying tonight.
Daniel looked over at Cassie, but before he could get anything out, she shook her head. "Hell no," she simply said.
He turned toward the corner. "Ja-ack," he pleaded, knowing it was his last resort. "Please let me sit there."
Jack glared at him. Like hell he was sitting any closer to Carter. That swimsuit had been driving him nuts all night, and then he had almost gotten an eyeful. He was even more embarrassed that he had just sat there with his eyes popping out of his head instead of turning away or shutting his eyes like a good CO would. He knew Carter had noticed too; she had turned completely pink and hustled out of the hot tub as quickly as she could.
Oh, what the hell. T was probably right; Carter was not coming back anytime soon. "Fine, Daniel, but only because I know Carter doesn't want to be anywhere near you right now," he bit out. He stood up and switched with Daniel quickly, submerging himself up to his chin once he was in the seat because of the cold.
He braved the cold a bit to reach over and pour himself some more champagne. The stuff tasted alright, but he would much rather have a Guinness. He looked over at the bottle. Still half full. Daniel and Janet had finished their shared bottle already, and both were pretty wasted. Good thing they were both done.
On the bonus side, the Doc was pretty funny when drunk. Jack grinned and looked over at Janet Frasier, who was listing slightly against Teal'c as she talked to Cassie. Teal'c did that eyebrow thing that he was so good at and looked from the Doc to Jack. He tried to hide the grin but only succeeded in reducing it to a smirk. He was going to give her such a hard time later.
He was jerked away from his reverie by the sound of the sliding glass door opening again. The conversation stopped and the group turned around to see Samantha Carter, surprisingly not fully dressed, but significantly more covered up than before. She had thrown a tight black tank top over her bikini top. She made her way over to the hot tub and climbed back in, taking the seat next to Jack.
"Miss me?" she asked. Receiving a few shaky smiles from her friends, she reached behind her and grabbed her empty champagne glass.
"Fill 'er up, sir," she instructed with a smile.