4. Hank Landry sloppily raised his glass of whiskey to clink -- a little too hard -- with George’s delicate, crystal flute. “Happy retirement, George, old buddy,” he slurred. “You’ve got a lotta guts livin’ with your boyfriend now, even if you are retired.” His face drooped sadly. “At least you’ve got a boyfriend. That damned Mitchell. What’s Teal'c got that I haven’t got?” Landry sighed. “Don’t answer that.” His whiskey sloshed in his glass as he talked.
George patted his shoulder. “I may be able to help you there, Hank.”
Landry wasn’t listening. “Those two, then Carter bein’ with Vala. What is it with SGC people? Dontcha think you could’ve warned me? O’Neill never said a word!”
George laughed out loud. “You’re kiddin’ me, Hank! Jack never knew a thing!” George reconsidered. “Well, he caught me an’ Walter in a liplock once, but the man was clueless. Still is. But I trust him like no one else.”
“O’Neill’s straighter than my whiskey.” Landry snorted. “And Jackson? Hell, he turns down everything that isn’t a book.”
Hammond nodded. “My biggest headache with SG-1 was Jack O’Neill. Still, there’s got to be a few straight men in every command. When he and Doctor Jackson get here, they’re both in for a few surprises.” George removed the whiskey from Hank’s hand and replaced it with a mug of coffee from a passing waiter. “I may just have a surprise for you, too. You’re staying in the hotel, aren’t you? Good. Oh, look. There’s Bra’tac.”
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Date: 2007-10-01 07:11 am (UTC)George patted his shoulder. “I may be able to help you there, Hank.”
Landry wasn’t listening. “Those two, then Carter bein’ with Vala. What is it with SGC people? Dontcha think you could’ve warned me? O’Neill never said a word!”
George laughed out loud. “You’re kiddin’ me, Hank! Jack never knew a thing!” George reconsidered. “Well, he caught me an’ Walter in a liplock once, but the man was clueless. Still is. But I trust him like no one else.”
“O’Neill’s straighter than my whiskey.” Landry snorted. “And Jackson? Hell, he turns down everything that isn’t a book.”
Hammond nodded. “My biggest headache with SG-1 was Jack O’Neill. Still, there’s got to be a few straight men in every command. When he and Doctor Jackson get here, they’re both in for a few surprises.” George removed the whiskey from Hank’s hand and replaced it with a mug of coffee from a passing waiter. “I may just have a surprise for you, too. You’re staying in the hotel, aren’t you? Good. Oh, look. There’s Bra’tac.”