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Sheppard is no stranger to ~~fleeing~~ engaging in a strategic retreat, particularly when it comes to first contact meetings gone awry. Some days, they happen with alarming frequency.

Judging from the way he comes bolting into the bar, today is one of those days.

He skids to a halt, blinking as he realizes he's quite literally out of the woods-then turns to see where the rest of the team is. Unfortunately, they're not behind him-and neither is the door. There's only one response in this sort of situation, really.

"Dammit!"

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"Sounds like something's going well."

Wes is lying upside down in a booth, peering at Sheppard now (he was watching the bar in general before).

Sheppard turns to Wes, frowning. "I'm not saying that I like having arrows shot at me, but that doesn't mean I like being brought in here while I'm kinda in the middle of something."

Something in this case being 'making sure nobody ends up dead'.

"Ooh, in the middle of a mission? Can't say that's ever happened to me. Especially not with ... arrows."

He sits up, shifting round to sit with crossed legs. Which is actually pretty awkward when you're sideways in a booth, but he manages.

"And now you're stuck here, huh?"

He glances back at where the door should be, nodding. "For now, anyway. I guess I could try the stargate out back, but seeing how last time we used that one, we wound up almost getting eaten and almost weren't able to dial back...I'm kinda cautious." Sheppard looks back to Wes, the frown deepening. "Besides, they've probably got people around the gate by now. Which is going to make getting back fun."

Wes understands none of that (besides already knowing stargate = super weird transportation thingy), but he nods vaguely anyway.

"Probably best to wait 'til the door returns. Better than getting eaten or shot, anyway, one would think. And you can get drunk and eat good food in the meantime!"

Beat.

"Or, uh, be productive and go over your situation on the other side and make sure your plan of action's viable, but, alcohol and food is good too."

"Right now my plan of action is just get back, make sure the whole team's still in one piece, and then get the hell out of there. Only good thing about this is that time stops whenever I come in here." It's weird, but it's useful.

But Wes has a point about food. He glances towards the bar. "I might get a sandwich, but I like to avoid getting into firefights hungover."

"Ah, yes. The time freeze thing's very handy. Kriffin' Milliways," he adds cheerfully.

He considers Sheppard's wise words, winces from experience, and nods. "Get a really, really good sandwich, though. And then cookies, too. And a milkshake, because milkshakes are almost as good as whiskey."

That earns a raised eyebrow from Sheppard, who heads over to the booth to sit. He's been running a lot today, and he can't help but be tired. "Milkshakes?" He sounds a little dubious.

"Oyah."

Wes grins and nods.

"Milkshakes. Specifically, Oreo milkshakes. I'd say Bar makes the best, but I've never had any others ... but that doesn't mean they aren't still the best thing in any galaxy ever. Perfect for not stressing about missions."

Sheppard chuckles a bit. "If you ask me, the best thing in the galaxy ever...okay, that would be finding a whole planet full of working ZPMs nobody's using or a weapon to get rid of the Wraith with, but as far as food...a turkey sandwich. Just turkey, some tomato and lettuce, maybe something else thrown on. After eating the cafeteria food for awhile, one of those is great."

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