"It was something in the drink they gave us, sir, I swear!" Colonel O'Neill said. He looked anything but innocent. His hair was completely disheveled (not unusual, Hammond had to admit), his uniform was--well, it had seen better days, and he had a hickey on his neck--one that incidentally matched the one on Major Carter's neck.
Hammond got ready to yell, perfectly aware that Major Carter was taking the opportunity to surreptitiously re-button her jacket. He gave a small inward sigh. Jacob was going to kill him. Or Jack. Maybe both.
Jack had noted his delay and had started to look hopeful. That just wouldn't do. Hammond took a deep breath. "Colonel!" Both Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter jumped, and Hammond allowed himself to feel a little bit of satisfaction. "I never--ever--want to hear that excuse in my office again. Either you learn to control yourselves or you will have to do without alien moonshine, liquor, or...water on your missions! Is. That. Clear
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Hammond got ready to yell, perfectly aware that Major Carter was taking the opportunity to surreptitiously re-button her jacket. He gave a small inward sigh. Jacob was going to kill him. Or Jack. Maybe both.
Jack had noted his delay and had started to look hopeful. That just wouldn't do. Hammond took a deep breath. "Colonel!" Both Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter jumped, and Hammond allowed himself to feel a little bit of satisfaction. "I never--ever--want to hear that excuse in my office again. Either you learn to control yourselves or you will have to do without alien moonshine, liquor, or...water on your missions! Is. That. Clear ( ... )
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