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[oom: These are the sorts of adventures you can look forward to as the 2IC of a flying-spaceship-city in another galaxy.]

Lorne strides through the door into the Bar wearing a flightsuit, carrying a helmet, and looking like he’s got somewhere very important to be, and when he discovers he’s not there, he mutters, “Oh no. Not now, not fucking now,” and turns back to his door.

Which…isn’t there anymore.

His helmet gets thrown, rather violently, to the ground, and he slams his hand against the wall where his door should be. “Don’t goddamn do this to me now!”

The string of curses he lets fly is getting progressively more colorful as he goes.

Tiny-and-very-pissed-off!tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls off. Warnings for likely pissiness of pup. It's likely he'll continue swearing for quite some time.]

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"Then we'll need lots of pillows. That floor won't be soft.

"We do also need a floor," he adds.

"Floors are overrated," Lorne says. "But I suppose we could put one in."

"The ground will get cold when it snows. It'll freeze."

"So practical, you," Lorne murmurs, giving Jack a soft look.

"One of us has to be," Jack says softly.

"I'm practical elsewhere. I don't need to be here."

"Then I'm happy to take over that part, sweetheart."

"Thank you," Lorne says softly, reaching for Jack's hand again.

"Dessert?"

"Dessert," Jack says with a nod. "You choose."

"Hmm..." Lorne says, thinking. "Pumpkin cheesecake, I think. It's that time of year."

"That sounds delicious. Good for autumn."

"Perfect," Lorne says. He flags down a waitrat and orders them a plate to share.

"And some coffee," Jack adds.

Lorne smiles at Jack as the rat scurries away. "You're awfully far away tonight, babe."

Jack raises an eyebrow at him. "Gonna do something about that?"

Lorne pretends to contemplate this for a moment and slides out of his side and into Jack's, leaning against him.

"Much better."

"Much," Jack says softly and puts and arm around Lorne's neck. he kisses his hair and rubs his back.

Lorne relaxes against him and lays a hand on Jack's thigh, squeezing gently.

"I am glad to be here with you, you know, darlin'," he murmurs.

"Yeah." He rest his chin on the top of Lorne's head. "I know."

"Good," Lorne whispers, turning his face towards Jack's chest.

The waitrat comes back with their cheesecake and coffee, and Lorne kisses Jack's neck before sitting up and picking up his fork.

Jack drinks some coffee first, watching Lorne fondly.

Lorne all but moans at the first bite.

"Mmm...damn, that's good," he says. He gets another bite onto his fork and holds it to Jack's lips.

Jack eats it obediently. "Hmmm . . . that is good."

Lorne kisses him, licking the flavor from his lips. "Very tasty," he murmurs.

Jack smiles and cuts off a forkful, and holds it to Lorne's lips.