Title: Jacob's Creek
Author: Tels
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Characters: Selmak/Malek
Rating: R
Word count: 496
Prompt: #60 Drink
Jacob's Creek
By Tels
Selmak looked at Malek over the top of her glass. Three empty wine bottles sat on the desk between them and the fourth was half gone. Malek's office probably wasn't the best place for this but one had led to another and another and another. “I am not drunk!” she told him emphatically.
Malek raised an eyebrow. “Yes you are,” he told her, his own words slurring slightly just as Selmak's were.
She shook her head. “No I am not.” She moved a hand slowly, trying to think of the word. “Just a little…”
“Tipsy?” Malek asked.
“No ummmm…”
“Plastered?” he tried helpfully.
“Blended,” Selmak said triumphantly. Then snorted with laughter.
Malek laughed as he topped up the glasses. Jared and Jacob had long since passed out. “Blended… I like that.” He looked up as Delek came in. “This is a private party,” he told him. “Goway.”
“You're drunk,” Delek said. “That's revolting…”
Selmak grinned. “No we not drunk… we're blended,” she said slurring the words happily.
Delek looked suitably disgusted, a look he had perfected over the years when it came to Selmak. “And what is the reason?” he asked.
Selmak shook her head. “I got blended because Saroosh was dying and Jacob offered,” she said, laughing at her own joke.
Malek grinned. “Same here,” he said. “What about you?”
Delek gave him a black look. “My reasons for blending are my own,” he said.
Selmak finished her glass. “No sense of humour that one,” she said. She looked at Malek. “I should go to bed,” she said getting up and falling down immediately. “Or not.”
Malek laughed. “Could always sleep here,” he suggested. “Or we stay here and finish this.”
Selmak pulled herself up and sat on the chair again. “Sure…” She picked up her glass and held it out. “Join us?”
Delek shook his head. “No… but what are you drinking?”
“S'called Jacob's Creek,” Selmak giggled. “Brought some back from Earth. S'nice…”
Delek laughed. “Quite appropriately named as you are both totally up the creek now. Without a paddle.”
Selmak frowned. “Hey I resemble that remark… resemble… resent… whatever…”
Malek concentrated for a moment. “I think …” he started and then passed out, falling across the desk.
“Huh,” Selmak commented. “Now who do I drink with?” She held the bottle out to Delek. “Jus try it,” she said.
Delek poured a small bit into a glass. “Not bad,” he said slowly. He let Selmak top up the glass. He sat opposite her and she watched as he drank only two glasses before passing it.
Selmak sighed. “No staying power,” she muttered and passed out herself.
Four hours later Garshaw looked into Malek's office to find two council members and one base commander sleeping in very close quarters on Malek's desk. She shook her head and decided it was probably best not to know. Then her eye caught the bottles on the table. Five bottles and three sleeping men. Definitely best not to know.
Fin
© Tels Aug 2006.