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When the door shows up for Beckett for the second day in a row, it comes as a bit of a surprise to her, but she heads toward the bar without hesitation, hoping to at least get a cup of decaf out of the deal.

Instead of a cup, a napkin appears in front of her. She reads it with a frown.

"Really?"

Another napkin appears. Beckett reads that one, too.

"Alright," she finally agrees, shoulders sagging in surrender, and slides under the bar to set everything up.

"Just so you know, I'm not very good at--" A third napkin appears and interrupts her. "Fine. But you're going to have to help me."

The specials board immediately changes to a list with Bar's handwriting:

HAPPY HOUR

Cop Car
E Pluribus Unum
Holly Golightly

Beer, wine and other mixed drinks available upon request.

Beckett's eyes read over the list and she makes a face.

"Funny."

A fourth napkin appears: this one with just a smiling face drawn on.

[tiny first time bartender tag: kate beckett]

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"Really?" said Daniel. He cleared his throat, "So, how do you like Milliways?"

Oh, god don't let Vala walk up!

"It's... interesting," Beckett says, finally deciding on a word. "Mostly I've just run into a lot of people from the past or people looking like the writer I work with."

"You work with a writer?" asked Daniel.

"He's shadowing me," Beckett explains. "Using me as inspiration for his next series of novels."

Which, as of now, she's still not happy about.

"Uhhh..." he is getting the feeling that this may or may not be a good thing, "I don't know how to react to that, do you mind him?"

He sipped at his coffee.

"I'm not sure if mind is the word I'd use," she says, "but he's being tolerated."

She looks at his coffee. "You want some cream or sugar for that?"

"No," said Daniel, "As a civilian working for the Military, I am used to black coffee. And even really bad coffee. You wouldn't believe how much of this stuff we drink around the lab."

He smiled again, "Would you like anything? My tab."

"I'm good for now, but thanks," Beckett answers. "At least the coffee here is really good, right?"

Daniel laughed, "Oh God yes! This is one of the place I come to get work done with good coffee! Where is your door? Mine is in my cabinet."

No he's not kidding, you know those cabinets made out of metal that they used to use in school... yeah something like that.

"Your cabinet?" She lifts an eyebrow questioningly. "Mine tends to show up near my apartment."

"Yeah I don't get away from the SGC much," said Daniel, "I tend to sleep at there sometimes."

He smiled, "Do you have a heavy work load?"

Beckett nods slowly. "The workload is neverending. Though I enjoy what I do; there's never a dull moment."

Except there is, occasionally, with the paperwork, but she doesn't feel the need to mention that.

He laughed, "I bet."

So, are you in a relationship? No.

Let's not even go there.

"Where did you grow up?"

Mmm. Maybe not the best question to start things off with. She does her best to answer without delving into too many personal details.

"I've been in New York all my life," she admits.

"I moved around a lot, myself," said Daniel.

Having run out of things to inquire in Daniel sipped his coffee. Maybe she would offer something.

"So I'm guessing anthropology sets up a lot of late nights in which one needs bad coffee to stay awake?" Beckett asks.

"Or is there something else that keeps you up?"

"Yeah," said Daniel, "Along with some work I can't talk about. Some of the translations can take a long time."

Daniel would love to tell her all about being part of SG1. Look he's manly!

"Sounds like most of the paperwork I have to do," Beckett admits. "You translate... what? Ancient texts or something?"

"Yeah," said Daniel, "And Alien stuff."

He coughed the last part.

"I'm sorry," Beckett replies, "what did you say?"

"What is your security clearance?" asked Daniel quickly.

Who knows maybe they have an SGC in her world.

"Um, I have a badge?" Beckett answers, and quickly produces it.

"MMM," he mumbled, "Well... I work with some secret stuff. Have you had any strange astronomical phenomenal in your world?"

"Like what," Beckett asks, "things crawling out of meteors and stuff? That's only in the movies, Doctor."

"No, more like large meteor crashes and the like over the Pacific," said Daniel.