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Dec 31

I’m having a shut-in New Year’s (on purpose, shh) so if anyone else is, here’s another chapter of the SG:A holiday fic


“Cheers,” John said, and clinked his mostly-empty wineglass against Dave’s full highball glass. “Oh, be careful, Vala’s been mixing these things all afternoon that don’t taste all that strong but… What did you call them again?”

Dave took a sip, and Vala waited until he lowered the glass. “The bartender who taught them to me referred to them as face-fuckers,” she said, “but I don’t usually tell people the name, because it’s much better for it to be a surprise.”

Dave’s expression was priceless to the extent that John laughed until he fell over and had to be helped back up by both Sam and Vala. “Oh god,” he said, “oh, oh God, Vala, don’t do that.”

“Well,” Vala said, “it’s not the drink that fucks your face, it’s just that you’re so drunk that you’ll kind of let anybody—“

“Vala!” Cam said. “Oh my God, it’s not the story about the bartender on P9X-428 again, is it?”

Sam cleared her throat loudly. “We’d probably better adjourn to the living room,” she said.

“Well,” Vala said, “he didn’t fuck my face.”


  1. librarychick94 reblogged this from bomberqueen17 and added:
    Eeeeee! Off to read. It is almost 2:00 a.m., though. Too bad, I’m reading it anyway!
  2. bomberqueen17 posted this