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Jack grins. "You dog you. What is it, a girl on every other planet now?"

"...Jack, you didn't say that to her, did you?"

He actually can't remember. "I...might have." He's afraid he'll get the Look again.

Daniel does not give him the Look this time. Instead, he drops his head to the table and proceeds to bang it there repeatedly.

"Hey, hey, Daniel, I'm sorry." He goes to put his hand on Daniel's shoulder but thinks better of it. It might just get bitten off.
"She...ah...seemed to take it well?"

"Daniel, does not banging your head on the table tend to hurt?"

Yes, Martouf is there -he's always there. He's dead. He can't *be* anywhere else.

Daniel raises his head and gives Martouf a slightly tamer version of The Look. "Not as much as talking to Jack. Remind me again why I wanted him to show up here?"

Rude? Maybe a little.

"Because I brighten up your day like nobody else?"

"Hiya Martouf. Pull up a seat."

Martouf smiles at Jack - don't ask why, he's Martouf. "Morning, Jack. Thank you." Martouf sits.

And to Daniel, "You did mention that you would like for him to see this place." He leaves it at that.

The version of the Look Daniel gives Jack is not at all tame. In fact, he is still giving Jack this look when he addresses Martouf. "Yeah, well, I forgot the part of him being here that involves him speaking to people I know."

Jack ducks his head. The Look! Well, he's said he's sorry. "Oy. I'll just leave you kids alone then, shall I?"

"Daniel, I am sure he was not intending to cause problems." He very distinctly stays away from using the word 'trouble'.

Lantash decides he will make an appearance - so to speak - Martouf's eyes flash and his voice changes: "General O'Neill, first, I congratulate you on your promotion, second, as they say on Earth, park your ass in that chair." Lantash is not so diplomatic as Martouf. "You have spent the last two days attempting to locate Dr. Jackson -- Hello, Dr. Jackson -- and you have done so. Perhaps it is in your best interests to remain and learn as much as you can."

Daniel reaches out and grabs Jack's hand, squeezing apologetically. "No...don't leave, Jack. I really am glad to see you. I just would rather you not explain your 'girl on every planet' theory to the woman I'm...trying to be involved with." He smiles wryly. "Wooing a goddess is hard enough."

He nods at Lantash, smiling slightly. "Hello, Lantash. How have you and Martouf been?"

When Lantash speaks, Jack's expression says 'Whoa' - he's never quite got used to the whole Bodysnatchers thing. But he knows better than to say anything; despite what certain archaeologists might think about his lack of social graces.

He parks his ass in the chair, so to speak. "Well, that told me."

He has already had the 'goddess - are you really or are you just pretending so you can rule over an alien race who worships you,' conversation with Eris herself. He's still not comfortable with the idea of anthropomorphic personalities running around the bar, but what can you do?

"Trying to be involved with? What, don't tell me she's resisted the ol' Jackson charm."

"I believe I may have fared better than Martouf lately, Dr. Jackson, but I am not affected by the negative energies of anthropomorphic personifications of nightmares as others can be. Martouf had no nightmares, but the residual effects were not pleasant."

He noticed the look on Jack's face: "Something on your mind, General?" Lantash does take a bit of pleasure in 'spooking' Jack when he gets the chance. A little getting him back for the whole 'snake head' and 'Marty' thing.

"It's...complicated." Daniel sighs softly and looks away from Jack, focusing on Martouf instead. This is probably a conversation he'll need to have had more than one beer for.

"I'm glad to hear that Martouf didn't have any nightmares...but sorry about the rest. I wasn't here, so I was spared that."

"Huh." Jack rolls his shoulders in a noncommital manner. "Complicated. What is it with us world-saving types and complicated relationships?" He also looks slightly jealous, even if he's not sure why. Eris was a pretty lady though.

"I'm gonna get another round." He grins. "Will another Bourbon suit you, Marty?"

Lantash nods to Daniel - which is two things - a 'thank you' and a return to Martouf.

"Thank you, Daniel."

Martouf quirks an eyebrow at Jack. "That would be fine. Thank you." Beneath that is a slight snarl at the nickname.

Daniel smirks at Jack. "Better apologize to bar for zatting her before you order, or she might give you something you don't want."

Martouf gets a sympathetic look in response to the nickname.

Jack approaches the bar carefully. He addresses the thin air, not entirely comfortably.

"I'd like two bottles of Guinness, and a Bourbon whiskey." Nothing happens.

"Please." He adds as an afterthought. Still nothing.

He looks round at the others for help, and Daniel inclines his head in a way that says 'Go on, get on with it.'

"Aw, for cryin' out loud." He coughs, and addresses Bar. "Look, doll, I'm sorry for zattin' ya. I was trying to zat someone else, who probably also didn't deserve it. Can I have my beer now?"

One bottle of beer appears, alongside a Bourbon whiskey and an empty packet of Froot Loops.

Before Jack leaves, Martouf, with a look of utter astonishment, says, "You 'zatted' the bar?"

He looks at Daniel and twitches an eyebrow, understanding the look - which is much different from The Look.

He is, however, quite amused by Bar's reaction to Jack's apology.

He looks to Daniel again, "Who was he attempting to shoot with the zat'n'k'tel?"

Daniel, too, is vastly amused by Bar's reaction; he snickers softly and makes a mental note to encourage her to give Jack a very hard time.

In response to Martouf's question, he shrugs. "I don't know. I'm just glad he used the zat and not a gun."

"I've told you, there was a mini-me running around. he wasn't evil, but he did need a haircut." he shrugs, as if that fact justifies everything.

Jack comes back to the table and looks at the single Guinness. "I think that's yours." He hands the bottle to Daniel, gives Martouf his whiskey and sits down, staring mournfully at the empty packet of Froot Loops. He's not eaten since he came to the bar, and She knows it.

"Indeed. Bullet holes would have been very bad." Which is such an over-simplification of things.

"A mini-you?" Martouf quirks an eyebrow at Jack. "What do you mean a mini-you in need of a haircut?"

He really does try not to laugh at the empty cereal packet in front of Jack, but is unsuccessful.

Perhaps Daniel understands Jack better than Martouf, or perhaps he's just a little too bright for his own good. Whatever the case may be, he makes the connection instantly. "...you zatted MacGyver, didn't you?"