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Jack comes downstairs and pins a note to the bar's noticeboard.

Daniel:-

If you are not a) Dead, b) Addicted to a sarcophagus, c) being held captive by blue sushi, meet me in the bar for beers tonight.

~You know who.

He then turns around...

 

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[diehard_daniel]

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?"

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Yes, Jack-speak is among the many languages Daniel has learned.

"Well, that's what he called himself, yeah. The hippy."

He's watching Daniel drink his beer. So very hungry.

[maybeazatarc]

Martouf tilts his head. "MacGyver is not a 'hippie', Jack." What? Martouf knows how to read - and - he has nothing else to do while he's here at the end of the universe.




[ooc: ahhh - so so glad that was in the memories...]

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel sighs again. "I suppose I should be glad you didn't shoot Eris. As much for your sake as for hers, since for some incomprehensible reason I've gotten used to you and wouldn't want to see you made a greasy spot of. Plus, you're kinda hot."

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Talk about subtext!

"Sweet." he grins sarcastically, but the effect is somewhat ruined by his stomach growling. He leans over Daniel to steal his beer. "Gimme that."

[maybeazatarc]

Even Martouf can read that.

Martouf glances between the two men, but says nothing.

[diehard_daniel]

Wait until Martouf finds out Jack's gonna be sharing Daniel's bed. Room. Bedroom. Cough.

Daniel, who is still not too fond of beer and is accustomed to Jack stealing them from him anyway, relinquishes the bottle without argument, frowning slightly when Jack's stomach growls. "When did you eat last? Never mind, I can guess." He gets up and walks over to Bar. A few minutes of flattery, cajoling and apologies for Jack's trigger-happiness ensue. When he returns, he's got food, which he puts down in front of his friend, and a cup of coffee for himself. "Eat that."

Steak. And potato. Bar must like Daniel. All the flattery.

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Jack watches Daniel apologising for him with amusement. Yes, this happens quite often. He has to admire Daniel's way with women, whatever those gestures in his direction might mean.

As soon as the food is set down in front of him, Jack pounces. Only about half a minute later, with his mouth full, does he think to smile and say "Thanks."

He stops eating for a second and turns to Martouf. "Want some?"

[maybeazatarc]

Wait 'til Daniel finds out that Martouf isn't as clueless as he may seem. *eg*


Martouf quirks an eyebrow at Jack and his half-devoured plate. "I'm fine, Jack. Thank you. Please, don't stop on my account." Which, he very well knows Jack wouldn't've anyway.

The entire montage was rather amusing - especially watching Jack watching Daniel make apologies to the bar.

He tilts his head and addresses mouth-full-of-food Jack again. "Have you also apologized to Jeremy?"

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel very carefully does not comment on the full mouth. He does, however, return the smile. "Sure, Jack." Pause. The Look Returns. "Jeremy?"

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Jack also looks confused. "Jerem-" He nods at Daniel. "What Daniel said."

[maybeazatarc]

He really could have fun playing this out.

"You were rather insulting to him the other night, Jack."

He thinks he might just do that...

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[ooc: Meh, I think Daniel-mun left. Slow-time, everyone?]

Jack insults a lot of people on a day-to-day basis. "Whowiththewhatnow?Was that the wizard guy?"

[maybeazatarc]

[ooc: yeah - slowtime's okay.]

Martouf shakes his head. "No, not the wizard."

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Jack throws up his hands in defeat. "You've got me. I give in. Who is it?"

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel is sitting there with his head in his hands, torn between laughter and horror. "Geeze, Jack, how many people have you been insulting?"

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Martouf is still looking smug, and unwilling to divulge any more information.

"A few." Jack starts counting on his fingers. The wizard, Danny's goddess, my mini-me, the bar, weird as that seems. I might just have kicked a cat on the way in here...

[maybeazatarc]

[ooc: sorry - was being all social and stuff over the weekend[


Martouf glares at Jack. "Jeremey, very very nice member of the bar staff."

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[ooc: Very, very nice new icon. Rawr.]

Jack scowls, and tries to remember his conversation with Martouf.

Realisation dawns. "Oh, don't bloody tell me." He puts his head in his hands. "I am NOT apologising to a rat."