John walked back to the table he, Rodney and Ronon had staked out in the crowded and lightly lit Mess, desperately hoping that his precious cargo- three obscenely large glasses of beer- would make it onto the table and not fall to the floor.
Come on, Sheppard, he silently encouraged himself, five more feet.
He rushed the last two steps and nearly paid dearly for his haste but Lady Luck, his constant companion since coming to Atlantis, intervened and the three glasses made it safely onto the table without spilling a single drop of the golden nectar contained within them. John couldn't help the self satisfied smirk that materialized on his face, but it quickly turned into a confused frown when he realized that his miraculous feat had been unobserved by his comrades-in-arms.
John looked at his friends and after a moment his head tilted to the side as his confusion deepened. Rodney and Ronon were seated next to each other, just as he'd left them a few minutes earlier, but unlike then when they'd been engaged in a semi heated discussion about the value of brains over brawn, both men were completely silent. More than that, they were completely and utterly mesmerized by something to his left.
It was comical to John that two men who were so fundamentally different would look so eerily similar: both were wide-eyed and slack-jawed, and to top it all off both their heads were gently swaying back and forth a few inches. It took him only a second to realize that their swaying heads were moving in tune with the song that was currently playing, a song that he knew for certain that neither man liked.
Finally John turned to see what had captured his friend's attention and nearly coughed in surprise and appreciation. He shook his head and then maneuvered his way around the table so that he could stand between Ronon and Rodney. Once settled he could get a very clear view of a lady- he couldn't quite determine who she was- talking to a few of the medical people. That in itself wasn't enough to cause his friends to gawk at her like adolescent twits, but the way she bent over the table so she could be heard over the music caused her curvy and pleasant to the eyes posterior to display itself quite prominently. Her protruding rump was moving slightly with the music and was quite obviously the reason Ronon and Rodney's heads were bopping back and forth, and before John knew it so was his.
The music stopped, as did the lady's gyration, but then a faster song started up causing the lady's rear to emphatically bop back and forth and up and down. The sight was glorious and was enough to cause Rodney to almost fall back off his stool and Ronon to crush the glass he was holding in his hands.
John leaned forward, putting his left arm around Ronon's shoulders while putting his right around Rodney's. All he could appreciatively mutter was, "That's what you call tight fittin' jeans."
A/N: "Tight Fittin' Jeans" was written by Michael Huffman and recorded and released by Conway Twitty in 1981.