Sam's POV
I can't believe Teal'c played me like that. The whole 'I'm-an-alien-who-has-no-idea-how-to-dance' was just a front. I glance back to the Colonel who's gone back to staring into the bottom of his beer bottle as if it holds the secret to life.
Maybe Cassie's right. What harm could one little dance with the Colonel do? It might cheer him up. I take a deep breath and square my shoulders, before heading back to ask him.
"Major Carter?"
Oh damn. It's Colonel Dixon. "Yes Colonel?" I ask, itching to get back to my CO. If he asks me to dance I swe-
"May I have the pleasure of the next dance?"
Don't hit him. Don't hit him. Count to ten and smile. One. Two. Three. "Sure Colonel Dixon." Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. There, now I'm a perfect little soldier. "I'd enjoy a dance."