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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton bounds back downstairs.

"Hey guys, I'm sor- Oh. The water's gone. Never mind then..."

He ignores the smirks, heads over to the bar, and sits down.

"Coffee."

A margarita appears. He pushes it aside. "I said, coffee."

Another margarita appears.

He turns and looks around the room. There aren't many people in the bar right now, but none of them seem to be having any trouble with their orders...

He glares at the bar.

"Look, I told that Bernard guy it was an accident, okay? I didn't mean to do it. Now give. me. some. freaking. coffee!"

A third margarita appears, this time without the glass. The liquid is in an amusing glass shape suspended in midair for barely a moment, before it succumbs to gravity and splashes all over the bar. Crichton leaps out of his chair barely in time to avoid getting drenched.

He turns, looks around the room, and shouts, "Is anybody else still getting nothing but margaritas?"

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton raises his eyebrows and tries really, really hard not to smirk. "Oh! So a figment of my imagination is blackmailing me now... Damn my subconscious must hate me!"

[capt_angie]

*tries hard to look indignant, but starts laughing*

no one could hate you babe. least of all me.

[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

"Tell that to Crais. Anyways, do you... mind if I go talk to Scully for a bit? It looks like she's being overwhelmed over there, and knowing her, she's completely unprepared for this."

[capt_angie]

no go ahead... talk to the tv detective. i think i'll go to bed. see you tomorow babe?

[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton smiles. "I'm not going anywhere."

A quick kiss on the forehead, and Crichton heads across the bar.