Season: After the Season 2 opener, The Serpent's Lair
09- O'Malleys
I still couldn't believe I was actually inside. I mean, it isn't like O'Malleys is a major
pick up joint or anything, but it IS an over 21 establishment and here I was sitting
comfortably at a bar ordering a white russian. My first drink at a real bar.
I of course tried to look cool.
"Kira!" I turned around to see my friends Lynn and Rachel pushing their way
through the crowd.
"You made it!" Lynn said giving me a big smile.
"Geeze Lynn, can you be more obvious?" Rach said in a stage whisper. I laugh.
See, *technically* I wasn't supposed to be here yet. Here being a bar. At least not
for another 4 months or so.
"You did good with your hair Kira." Lynn says giving me the once over. Instead of
brushing my unruly mop of dark curls into a ponytail, I had decided to wear it down
in an attempt to make me look older. Not certain if it was the hair or ID that got me
in, but I was feeling pretty damn proud of myself.
"Come on- show." Rachel says accepting her Cosmopolitan and giving the bartender
a huge smile. Man, she hadn't even been in the place more than 5 minutes and
already she was flirting.
I take out my ID and Rachel examines it carefully before handing it over to Lynn.
The funny thing is, the ID is 100% legitimate, complete with holograms and
everything. Real, just not American.
"And they just accepted it as is?" Lynn asked incredulously.
"Sure." I say shrugging. "It's a real ID Lynn. Just not a Colorado license." I could
see the girls wanted a bit more. I motion them to lean in. "You know my birthday is
December 5th, right?" Both nod. "Well, in Europe dates are read day first and then
month. So my student ID card from when I lived abroad reads 05.12.1977. To you
and me this looks like May 12th . All I had to do was lay on a heavy Hebrew accent
and say I don't like going out with my passport." I pick up my glass and drain my
drink. "Piece of cake."
They look impressed.
We sat at the bar for another 30 minutes before deciding to take a seat at a table.
Drinking hard alcohol seemed to have given me quite an appetite. Go figure. Right
after we were seated, Lynn and Rachel got up to use the restroom. I can SO
understand where guys get the silly idea that women can't go to the bathroom by
themselves. Geeze.
I am nursing a new fruity (and alcoholic) drink when I hear a familiar voice directly
behind me.
"Where the heck is he?" Colonel Jack groused (hopefully not to himself).
"Daniel said he'd be here at 7 Sir. It's only 7:15." Ah, that must be Captain Sam.
"I better call and see if he's ok." Jack says sounding a tad frantic; his tone of voice
actually freaked me out a little. Had Daniel been in an accident? Again? I
surreptitiously moved myself over one chair so I could actually see them a little.
Yes, I was spying. Happy?
"Sir," Captain Sam says placing her hand on Jack's arm. "I'm sure he's fine and on
his way." She gave him a look I couldn't quite decipher.
"Yeah, I know." Jack rubbed a hand roughly across his face. "It's just…"
"I know." Sam says quietly. The mood that hung over that table was nearly
palatable. I wondered what had happened to get them all worked up.
"So…" Jack said picking up his beer. "What are we celebrating again Captain?" I
couldn't quite tell, but I think he looked damn right mischievous. Sam chuckled.
"Successful simulation of catastrophic collisions in space." I nearly spat my drink
out. What?!
"Quite a mouthful." Jack said nodding.
"Sir, I still say we should have gone to your place for this. I mean, what if we get
drunk and start to talk." Sam looks vaguely worried. Well, they WERE military after
all.
"Yeah, we wouldn't want that now would we Captain?" Jack gave a mock shiver.
"Might be scary."
"Sir! You know what I mean." Sam looks very serious.
"Ah lighten up Carter." Jack said pushing Sam's drink closer to her. "I don't know
about you, but I sure worked up a hell of an appetite simulating catastrophic
collisions." I SWEAR I could see the quotation marks around that statement.
"Doesn't a nice steak dinner sound better than a take out pizza?" Sam sighed and
let out a small smile.
"Yeah it does. And I AM hungry. Can't actually remember the last time I had a
decent meal."
"Simulations burn a hell of a lot of calories." Jack said in an amused voice. Sam
snorted.
"You got that right."
A waitress came around to their table and asked if they were ready to order. Jack
said they were waiting for a friend but he'd have a whiskey.
"Captain?" Jack asked. "A drink?"
"I am drinking Sir." Jack waved his hand to indicate that a beer was *not*
considered a real drink.
"Ah come on Carter, we're celebrating."
"I'm fine with my beer Sir." Sam said taking a sip of her drink.
"Chicken?" Jack countered.
"What?!"
"I'll give you a 2:1 handicap, how's that?"
"Sir, are you challenging me to a drinking contest?!" Sam asked incredulously.
"Yup." I could see the Colonel's twinkling eyes from here.
"Sir, you really don't want to do this." Sam said in a voice that warned of complete
and total annihilation.
"2:1 Carter. Good odds."
"You'll lose Sir." Sam said this very matter of factly.
"Prove it." Jack said draining his beer. I could see a thousand thoughts flashing
through Sam's mind. She tilted her head slightly with a 'what the hell' attitude and
turned towards the waitress.
"Jack Daniels. Neat."
"Now you're talking Carter!" Jack said beaming. I almost laughed out loud. Sam
just ordered a Jack Daniels. Here she was sitting with Jack and waiting for Daniel! I
found this utterly hysterical and idly wondered if anyone else would. Yep. I was
drunk.
"This is so not a good idea Sir. But like you said, we're celebrating."
"Damn straight!"
I could see my friends exiting the restroom and quickly moved myself back to my
original location. My eavesdropping came to an abrupt end as a group of rather loud
(and cute) college guys were seated on the other side of our table. Ah well, probably
for the best. We ordered our food and I soon forgot about Colonel Jack and Captain
Sam. The conversation had shifted towards the physical attributes of the hunky
boys across from us. Always a pleasing conversation.
We had just begun eating when suddenly I heard his voice. Daniel's that is.
"Hi guys." Dang! My back is still turned; I can't see a damn thing.
"Space monkey!" Jack said a bit too loudly skootching his chair backwards. I take a
quick glance behind me and see Jack pulling Daniel into a big bear hug. He's
grinning like he's just discovered his long lost brother. I can't help but smile as I
quickly turn back around towards my friends; they're watching the scene as well.
"Ah Jack?" Daniel says sounding a bit muffled. "Public place? Oxygen needed?"
"Oops sorry Danny." I hear sounds of chairs moving. Everyone must be seated
again.
"Guys? What's with all the empty glasses?"
"Colonel 'Great Idea' here challenged me to a drinking contest." Sam said slurring
her words ever so slightly. "I'm winning!"
"Are not."
"Am too."
"Are.."
"I get the idea guys." Daniel interrupts. My friends are smiling widely. Daniel and
company are quite entertaining.
"You sure that's such a good idea Jack?" Daniel asks sounding a little worried.
Worrywart. Live a little Daniel! I silently urge.
"Absolutely!" Jack says. I hear the sound of a glass hitting the table. He probably
just finished his drink.
"After all, it isn't everyday you…" He paused searching for the right words. "Help me
out here Captain."
"Successfully stimulate a catastrophic space collision." Jack guffaws loudly.
"You said stimulate!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"They teach you these conversational skills in officer school?" Daniel asks drolly. As
I listened to them banter back and forth I couldn't help but wonder about that
'catastrophic space collision'. Last night there had been two huge flashes of light
high over the western hemisphere. No one was quite certain what had happened but
there was a lot of speculation. I had heard everything from asteroid collision to alien
invasion. I wonder if Cheyenne Mountain had anything to do with it?
The college boys suddenly got much louder and our focus was turned away from
Colonel Jack, Sam and Daniel and over towards the hunks across the room. As
entertaining (and cute!) as I find Daniel and Jack, they are NOT guys I could
seriously date or anything. College seniors are much more attainable.
It was at least an hour (and two drinks later) when I found myself staggering upright
towards the bathroom. Unlike my two friends, I don't need a buddy when I head to
the loo.
"Get us a pitcher of beer on the way back Kira!" Lynn calls over her shoulder. I nod.
Beer. Right. I think perhaps I shall stick to water from this point forward. I was
wasted.
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I had just managed to squirm my way up to the bar when I literally ran into him.
Him of course being Daniel.
"Oops. Sorry Daniel." I slur (only slightly) as I smile up at my favorite customer.
"Know you?" Daniel asks looking at me blankly. I think he meant to say 'Do I know
you?' I guess Daniel has played a little catch-up in the alcohol consumption
department. He's totally smashed. Hey! That makes both of us!
"Yep." I say nodding affirmatively. "I'm Kira." He still looks a bit confused. "From
the coffee shop?" He looks at me critically for several moments before a smile
creeps across his face. Recognition.
"Kira!" He says giving me a big hug and lifting me up into the air. Whoa. Daniel-
hug. The guy is a hell of a lot stronger than he looks. And he's wearing a thin shirt.
A shirt so thin I can actually feel the muscles on his chest and arms. Oh god, he's
just supplied fantasy fodder for the next week.
"Hey Daniel." I squeak out. Just don't drool Kira. NO DROOLING. He puts me
down. Thank god.
"Whatcha doing here?" He asks.
"Drinking?" I offer.
"Me too!" He says tappinig his chest proudly. I laugh. Daniel suddenly reaches out
and touches my hair. He quickly snatches his hand back.
"I like your hair." He says simply still staring at me.
"Thanks." I'm certain my cheeks are a fabulous shade of red. Was Daniel coming on
to me? I mean it was one thing for me to worship him from afar, but I wasn't really
prepared to have him actually LIKE me.
"Sharay has hair just like yours." He says still staring at me. Sharay? Who's that?
Funny sounding name.
Before Daniel can explain I spy Jack's tall figure coming towards us. Dressed in
jeans and a t-shirt he looks nearly as delectable as Daniel. I really should stop
thinking these things.
The last time I had seen Colonel Jack, he'd been well on his way to drunkenness, but
he appeared to be walking without any noticeable sway. Guess the guy could hold
his liquor. Wonder how Captain Sam was doing….
"Daniel!" Jack called as he approached his friend from behind.
"Look Jack, it's Kira!" Daniel said gleefully as he 'introduced' me.
"Hi Kira!" Jack said cheerfully. He might be intoxicated, but he definitely wasn't
drunk. Not like Daniel. Oh, that man was so going to hurt in the morning. Come to
think of it, *I* was probably going to hurt in the morning as well. I open my mouth
to say hi when suddenly Jack whips his head back around and looks me straight in
the eyes.
"Kira?" He asks pointedly. "Are you really 21?" Uh oh. Jack is a Colonel in the
United States Air Force. I think he might be able to arrest me or something.
"Uh, yes?" Can't hurt to try, right?
"Hmmm." Jack says continuing to stare at me with those VERY penetrating eyes.
Whoa.
"You here by yourself?" He asks not giving me an inch of breathing room.
"With friends." True statement Colonel Jack! Promise!
"Male or female?" It suddenly occurred to me that I was being interrogated. Wow.
"Female."
"So you're not slobbering all over some pimply-faced, hormone infested goon?"
Jack asks still serious. I can't help it- I laugh. I suddenly realize what the Colonel is
doing. He's acting like a dad.
"Nope." I say shaking my head. Not tonight anyhow…
"Taking a cab home of course." He says this as a statement, not a question.
"Yes Sir." I say giving him a salute. Cheeky Meyers. Very cheeky. Jack smiles.
"Good!" He says turning his attention back towards Daniel.
"Carter just called the cabs Daniel."
"Look Jack!" Daniel says patting Jack's hand to get his attention. "Kira has hair just
like Sharay's," He stares at my head intensely with a vacant gaze. The guy was a
million miles away.
"Ah Danny," Jack said sounding a bit sad. "Tonight you're supposed to be a happy
drunk, not a melancholy one."
"Not melon.. melank.." Daniel slapped his hand down on the bar and shakes his
head. "Not sad Jack." And it's true. He doesn't really look sad, just drunk and a
little thoughtful. Still don't know who this Sharay person is though.
"Ah, gotta ask guys." I say looking from one to the other. "Who's Sharay?"
"My wife." Daniel says simply. Jack frowns.
"Ah, it's complicated Kira." Jack says hoping to change the subject. He could see
the shock written all over my face. Daniel is married?!
"Ya don't look a thing like her Kira." Daniel says leaning in closer to me. He smells
like beer and aftershave. Really nice aftershave.
"But your hair…" He reaches back out to touch my hair and Jack quickly grabs his
hand and guides it back down towards the bar.
"Daniel, we gotta go hook back up with Carter."
"Ok." Daniel says amicably. They stand up to go.
"Kira, you make sure you take a cab home, ok?" I nod. "Alone."
I again give a sloppy salute.
"Yes Sir Colonel Dad Sir." Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized I had just
called Jack 'dad'. Oops. Jack just grins.
"G'night Kira." Daniel calls giving me a small wave as Jack leads him through the
crowd towards the door. I could see Sam leaning against the wall waiting for them.
Idly I wondered who had won their drinking contest.
I smile to myself and shake my head as I order another pitcher of beer. I have
decided I like this pub. I was definitely going to return to O'Malleys again.
Just as soon as I turned 21.
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A/N I think this was just about the funnest thing I have written to date. Please let
me know if my attempts at humor were successful
09- O'Malleys
I still couldn't believe I was actually inside. I mean, it isn't like O'Malleys is a major
pick up joint or anything, but it IS an over 21 establishment and here I was sitting
comfortably at a bar ordering a white russian. My first drink at a real bar.
I of course tried to look cool.
"Kira!" I turned around to see my friends Lynn and Rachel pushing their way
through the crowd.
"You made it!" Lynn said giving me a big smile.
"Geeze Lynn, can you be more obvious?" Rach said in a stage whisper. I laugh.
See, *technically* I wasn't supposed to be here yet. Here being a bar. At least not
for another 4 months or so.
"You did good with your hair Kira." Lynn says giving me the once over. Instead of
brushing my unruly mop of dark curls into a ponytail, I had decided to wear it down
in an attempt to make me look older. Not certain if it was the hair or ID that got me
in, but I was feeling pretty damn proud of myself.
"Come on- show." Rachel says accepting her Cosmopolitan and giving the bartender
a huge smile. Man, she hadn't even been in the place more than 5 minutes and
already she was flirting.
I take out my ID and Rachel examines it carefully before handing it over to Lynn.
The funny thing is, the ID is 100% legitimate, complete with holograms and
everything. Real, just not American.
"And they just accepted it as is?" Lynn asked incredulously.
"Sure." I say shrugging. "It's a real ID Lynn. Just not a Colorado license." I could
see the girls wanted a bit more. I motion them to lean in. "You know my birthday is
December 5th, right?" Both nod. "Well, in Europe dates are read day first and then
month. So my student ID card from when I lived abroad reads 05.12.1977. To you
and me this looks like May 12th . All I had to do was lay on a heavy Hebrew accent
and say I don't like going out with my passport." I pick up my glass and drain my
drink. "Piece of cake."
They look impressed.
We sat at the bar for another 30 minutes before deciding to take a seat at a table.
Drinking hard alcohol seemed to have given me quite an appetite. Go figure. Right
after we were seated, Lynn and Rachel got up to use the restroom. I can SO
understand where guys get the silly idea that women can't go to the bathroom by
themselves. Geeze.
I am nursing a new fruity (and alcoholic) drink when I hear a familiar voice directly
behind me.
"Where the heck is he?" Colonel Jack groused (hopefully not to himself).
"Daniel said he'd be here at 7 Sir. It's only 7:15." Ah, that must be Captain Sam.
"I better call and see if he's ok." Jack says sounding a tad frantic; his tone of voice
actually freaked me out a little. Had Daniel been in an accident? Again? I
surreptitiously moved myself over one chair so I could actually see them a little.
Yes, I was spying. Happy?
"Sir," Captain Sam says placing her hand on Jack's arm. "I'm sure he's fine and on
his way." She gave him a look I couldn't quite decipher.
"Yeah, I know." Jack rubbed a hand roughly across his face. "It's just…"
"I know." Sam says quietly. The mood that hung over that table was nearly
palatable. I wondered what had happened to get them all worked up.
"So…" Jack said picking up his beer. "What are we celebrating again Captain?" I
couldn't quite tell, but I think he looked damn right mischievous. Sam chuckled.
"Successful simulation of catastrophic collisions in space." I nearly spat my drink
out. What?!
"Quite a mouthful." Jack said nodding.
"Sir, I still say we should have gone to your place for this. I mean, what if we get
drunk and start to talk." Sam looks vaguely worried. Well, they WERE military after
all.
"Yeah, we wouldn't want that now would we Captain?" Jack gave a mock shiver.
"Might be scary."
"Sir! You know what I mean." Sam looks very serious.
"Ah lighten up Carter." Jack said pushing Sam's drink closer to her. "I don't know
about you, but I sure worked up a hell of an appetite simulating catastrophic
collisions." I SWEAR I could see the quotation marks around that statement.
"Doesn't a nice steak dinner sound better than a take out pizza?" Sam sighed and
let out a small smile.
"Yeah it does. And I AM hungry. Can't actually remember the last time I had a
decent meal."
"Simulations burn a hell of a lot of calories." Jack said in an amused voice. Sam
snorted.
"You got that right."
A waitress came around to their table and asked if they were ready to order. Jack
said they were waiting for a friend but he'd have a whiskey.
"Captain?" Jack asked. "A drink?"
"I am drinking Sir." Jack waved his hand to indicate that a beer was *not*
considered a real drink.
"Ah come on Carter, we're celebrating."
"I'm fine with my beer Sir." Sam said taking a sip of her drink.
"Chicken?" Jack countered.
"What?!"
"I'll give you a 2:1 handicap, how's that?"
"Sir, are you challenging me to a drinking contest?!" Sam asked incredulously.
"Yup." I could see the Colonel's twinkling eyes from here.
"Sir, you really don't want to do this." Sam said in a voice that warned of complete
and total annihilation.
"2:1 Carter. Good odds."
"You'll lose Sir." Sam said this very matter of factly.
"Prove it." Jack said draining his beer. I could see a thousand thoughts flashing
through Sam's mind. She tilted her head slightly with a 'what the hell' attitude and
turned towards the waitress.
"Jack Daniels. Neat."
"Now you're talking Carter!" Jack said beaming. I almost laughed out loud. Sam
just ordered a Jack Daniels. Here she was sitting with Jack and waiting for Daniel! I
found this utterly hysterical and idly wondered if anyone else would. Yep. I was
drunk.
"This is so not a good idea Sir. But like you said, we're celebrating."
"Damn straight!"
I could see my friends exiting the restroom and quickly moved myself back to my
original location. My eavesdropping came to an abrupt end as a group of rather loud
(and cute) college guys were seated on the other side of our table. Ah well, probably
for the best. We ordered our food and I soon forgot about Colonel Jack and Captain
Sam. The conversation had shifted towards the physical attributes of the hunky
boys across from us. Always a pleasing conversation.
We had just begun eating when suddenly I heard his voice. Daniel's that is.
"Hi guys." Dang! My back is still turned; I can't see a damn thing.
"Space monkey!" Jack said a bit too loudly skootching his chair backwards. I take a
quick glance behind me and see Jack pulling Daniel into a big bear hug. He's
grinning like he's just discovered his long lost brother. I can't help but smile as I
quickly turn back around towards my friends; they're watching the scene as well.
"Ah Jack?" Daniel says sounding a bit muffled. "Public place? Oxygen needed?"
"Oops sorry Danny." I hear sounds of chairs moving. Everyone must be seated
again.
"Guys? What's with all the empty glasses?"
"Colonel 'Great Idea' here challenged me to a drinking contest." Sam said slurring
her words ever so slightly. "I'm winning!"
"Are not."
"Am too."
"Are.."
"I get the idea guys." Daniel interrupts. My friends are smiling widely. Daniel and
company are quite entertaining.
"You sure that's such a good idea Jack?" Daniel asks sounding a little worried.
Worrywart. Live a little Daniel! I silently urge.
"Absolutely!" Jack says. I hear the sound of a glass hitting the table. He probably
just finished his drink.
"After all, it isn't everyday you…" He paused searching for the right words. "Help me
out here Captain."
"Successfully stimulate a catastrophic space collision." Jack guffaws loudly.
"You said stimulate!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"They teach you these conversational skills in officer school?" Daniel asks drolly. As
I listened to them banter back and forth I couldn't help but wonder about that
'catastrophic space collision'. Last night there had been two huge flashes of light
high over the western hemisphere. No one was quite certain what had happened but
there was a lot of speculation. I had heard everything from asteroid collision to alien
invasion. I wonder if Cheyenne Mountain had anything to do with it?
The college boys suddenly got much louder and our focus was turned away from
Colonel Jack, Sam and Daniel and over towards the hunks across the room. As
entertaining (and cute!) as I find Daniel and Jack, they are NOT guys I could
seriously date or anything. College seniors are much more attainable.
It was at least an hour (and two drinks later) when I found myself staggering upright
towards the bathroom. Unlike my two friends, I don't need a buddy when I head to
the loo.
"Get us a pitcher of beer on the way back Kira!" Lynn calls over her shoulder. I nod.
Beer. Right. I think perhaps I shall stick to water from this point forward. I was
wasted.
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I had just managed to squirm my way up to the bar when I literally ran into him.
Him of course being Daniel.
"Oops. Sorry Daniel." I slur (only slightly) as I smile up at my favorite customer.
"Know you?" Daniel asks looking at me blankly. I think he meant to say 'Do I know
you?' I guess Daniel has played a little catch-up in the alcohol consumption
department. He's totally smashed. Hey! That makes both of us!
"Yep." I say nodding affirmatively. "I'm Kira." He still looks a bit confused. "From
the coffee shop?" He looks at me critically for several moments before a smile
creeps across his face. Recognition.
"Kira!" He says giving me a big hug and lifting me up into the air. Whoa. Daniel-
hug. The guy is a hell of a lot stronger than he looks. And he's wearing a thin shirt.
A shirt so thin I can actually feel the muscles on his chest and arms. Oh god, he's
just supplied fantasy fodder for the next week.
"Hey Daniel." I squeak out. Just don't drool Kira. NO DROOLING. He puts me
down. Thank god.
"Whatcha doing here?" He asks.
"Drinking?" I offer.
"Me too!" He says tappinig his chest proudly. I laugh. Daniel suddenly reaches out
and touches my hair. He quickly snatches his hand back.
"I like your hair." He says simply still staring at me.
"Thanks." I'm certain my cheeks are a fabulous shade of red. Was Daniel coming on
to me? I mean it was one thing for me to worship him from afar, but I wasn't really
prepared to have him actually LIKE me.
"Sharay has hair just like yours." He says still staring at me. Sharay? Who's that?
Funny sounding name.
Before Daniel can explain I spy Jack's tall figure coming towards us. Dressed in
jeans and a t-shirt he looks nearly as delectable as Daniel. I really should stop
thinking these things.
The last time I had seen Colonel Jack, he'd been well on his way to drunkenness, but
he appeared to be walking without any noticeable sway. Guess the guy could hold
his liquor. Wonder how Captain Sam was doing….
"Daniel!" Jack called as he approached his friend from behind.
"Look Jack, it's Kira!" Daniel said gleefully as he 'introduced' me.
"Hi Kira!" Jack said cheerfully. He might be intoxicated, but he definitely wasn't
drunk. Not like Daniel. Oh, that man was so going to hurt in the morning. Come to
think of it, *I* was probably going to hurt in the morning as well. I open my mouth
to say hi when suddenly Jack whips his head back around and looks me straight in
the eyes.
"Kira?" He asks pointedly. "Are you really 21?" Uh oh. Jack is a Colonel in the
United States Air Force. I think he might be able to arrest me or something.
"Uh, yes?" Can't hurt to try, right?
"Hmmm." Jack says continuing to stare at me with those VERY penetrating eyes.
Whoa.
"You here by yourself?" He asks not giving me an inch of breathing room.
"With friends." True statement Colonel Jack! Promise!
"Male or female?" It suddenly occurred to me that I was being interrogated. Wow.
"Female."
"So you're not slobbering all over some pimply-faced, hormone infested goon?"
Jack asks still serious. I can't help it- I laugh. I suddenly realize what the Colonel is
doing. He's acting like a dad.
"Nope." I say shaking my head. Not tonight anyhow…
"Taking a cab home of course." He says this as a statement, not a question.
"Yes Sir." I say giving him a salute. Cheeky Meyers. Very cheeky. Jack smiles.
"Good!" He says turning his attention back towards Daniel.
"Carter just called the cabs Daniel."
"Look Jack!" Daniel says patting Jack's hand to get his attention. "Kira has hair just
like Sharay's," He stares at my head intensely with a vacant gaze. The guy was a
million miles away.
"Ah Danny," Jack said sounding a bit sad. "Tonight you're supposed to be a happy
drunk, not a melancholy one."
"Not melon.. melank.." Daniel slapped his hand down on the bar and shakes his
head. "Not sad Jack." And it's true. He doesn't really look sad, just drunk and a
little thoughtful. Still don't know who this Sharay person is though.
"Ah, gotta ask guys." I say looking from one to the other. "Who's Sharay?"
"My wife." Daniel says simply. Jack frowns.
"Ah, it's complicated Kira." Jack says hoping to change the subject. He could see
the shock written all over my face. Daniel is married?!
"Ya don't look a thing like her Kira." Daniel says leaning in closer to me. He smells
like beer and aftershave. Really nice aftershave.
"But your hair…" He reaches back out to touch my hair and Jack quickly grabs his
hand and guides it back down towards the bar.
"Daniel, we gotta go hook back up with Carter."
"Ok." Daniel says amicably. They stand up to go.
"Kira, you make sure you take a cab home, ok?" I nod. "Alone."
I again give a sloppy salute.
"Yes Sir Colonel Dad Sir." Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized I had just
called Jack 'dad'. Oops. Jack just grins.
"G'night Kira." Daniel calls giving me a small wave as Jack leads him through the
crowd towards the door. I could see Sam leaning against the wall waiting for them.
Idly I wondered who had won their drinking contest.
I smile to myself and shake my head as I order another pitcher of beer. I have
decided I like this pub. I was definitely going to return to O'Malleys again.
Just as soon as I turned 21.
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A/N I think this was just about the funnest thing I have written to date. Please let
me know if my attempts at humor were successful