Of Jellyfish and Space Travelers
Things Get Real Crazy After 8:30
Jonas knocked on Mitchell's door, and a very annoyed colonel answered it. "What…Jonas?"
"Hi. How are you?"
"I'm fine. I was just going out to dinner. Why?" Mitchell trusted Jonas greatly, because, well, the alien had read every mission report. Every one.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out and have a smoothie."
Mitchell stared. "What?"
"Oh, well…you know, if you can't, that's okay…"
"Jonas."
"That's fine, I'll ask Daniel…"
"Jonas."
"…And Sheppard might be coming…"
"JONAS!"
"Um, yeah?"
"That…sounds…AWESOME!" Mitchell squealed.
When they got to the smoothie bar, Jack and Daniel were already there. Jack had already had two strawberry and banana smoothies, and was starting to get tipsy. Children and their mothers, sipping their own frothy drinks, were eying them strangely.
"Being so light and flimsy, Daniel Jackson always seemed to be the least imposing archaeologist on the field. He was a fierce finisher, though…and damn smart. He certainly does go for the gold."
"It was my dream." said Daniel, sarcastically. "It was my dream to be here and win gold…or, um, knowledge in this case."
"What are they doing?" asked Jonas.
"Making fun of the Olympics." muttered Mitchell, without even looking up. "Pineapple, please. And one…"
"Blueberry!"
"And one blueberry."
Daniel leaned over, also getting tipsy on sugar and fruit. "Have you seen that Michael Phelps kid?"
"Jesus, I know! Everyone's obsessed with him! Some of my fangirls are even taking the day off to be a fangirl for him!"
"Yeah." Jack shook his head as Jonas sucked at his straw.
"Alright, I'm cuttin' you guys off!" said the smoothie guy to Jack and Daniel. "You guys have had enough!"
"Yeah, whatever. Let's go, goldboy!" snapped Jack. Daniel looked at Mitchell and Jonas, who were halfway through their smoothies.
"Go easy on those things, guys. They're dangerous."
By nine o'clock, Mitchell and Jonas were passed out on the leftover pool toys sitting by the smoothie stand.