Balcony Scene

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"You know, if we were in a tv show it would have just faded to black."

She hadn't been expecting the Major to say anything, so when he did, it was a bit of a start. "What?"

"Think about it." He nibbled lightly on one of the chicken wings he'd snagged from a passing scientist with a tray. "We just refounded the lost city of Atlantis and had a vaguey tempting conversation about how I'm going to screw everything up. If I were a tv producer I would have pulled out then and done some kind of a long shot of the city."

"Are you drunk?" Elizabeth eyed the mug of champagne he'd been holding in askance. If he was plastered with that little alcohol, she was going to have to rethink her position on him as military commander. Considering some of the mission reports she'd read during her tenure as head of the SGC, the man was going to definitely need a higher tolerance in coming months. "I really hope you're not drunk."

"Not even pleasantly buzzed." He sloshed his mug and made a face at it. "Truth is, I hate champagne. I'm more of a beer lover. But no, I'm not drunk."

"Then why are you talking about tv?"

"People need to be drunk to talk about tv?"

She snorted. "They have when they've been in Antarctica and nowhere near one in a while."

"And you have a lot of experience with that?"

She smiled and took a sip out of her mug. "Keep chatting me up and you might just find out."

They grinned at each other until Rodney started yelling at Carson about how he was hogging the pigs in a blanket.

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