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"A bar in my office!"

Jack O'Neill glances around Milliways as he steps through, pleased, and heads straight for Bar.

"Well, you don't get that every day, even when you want it. Jack and Coke, please-- no, wait ... paperwork. Orange juice, please."

Helpfully, Bar provides a glass of orange juice and a stack of forms very much like the ones on Jack's desk that he was about to go fill out.

"...I wasn't asking for paperwork..."

[identity profile] dust-to-order.livejournal.com 2007-08-16 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"This is true," she agrees, winking.

" oh boy. And now she's half folding, half looking around for patrons to target.