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[callmemajor]

Lorne is...feeling out of sorts.

Which generally means it's time to take a break, so he's rather pleased to find himself in Milliways tonight. For a given value of 'pleased'.

The nice thing about Milliways, he figures, is that you can drink as much as you like, sleep off the hangover, and be back at work every bit as fresh as when you left.

So there's an Air Force major, at the bar, with a half-full pint of beer and two shots of tequila lined up.



tiny-soon-to-be-inebriated!tag: Evan Lorne

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[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"And so you watch out for him, for fear it may run out soon," Asher nods. "As it should be."

[callmemajor]

"Somebody's gotta do it," Lorne says.

Teyla helps. As does Ronon, but it's not quite the same.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"And I am sure you do it ably."

[callmemajor]

He shrugs. "I do what I can. He's still alive. That's got to count for something, right?"

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher laughs, softly. He is more skilled with melancholy emotion, but still his laughter feels like a caress, soft fur sliding over bare skin, the touch of fingertips to the nape of one's neck, the bend of an elbow.

"Indeed, I am sure he is very grateful for it."

[callmemajor]

Lorne shivers a little at his laughter.

"Yeah, well...he damn well better be."

And yes, there have been times when he's been tempted not to come to Sheppard's rescue. Not many, but they have happened.