Post Mission Party At The Bar

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Its time to unwind, relax and receive news of home. A pod pop occurred while some were on a mission and it's time to meet up with new friends, drink well with old, and relax.The Drunken Dragon has opened its doors and stands ready and willing to assist in forgetting the trials those on the mission experienced.




OOC: If you want a specific barmaid, just put their name in the subject. Otherwise, enjoy, intermingle and do as you like.

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Eva was the type for flings, back in the day. Romantic, clingy Peter was the exception to Eva's rule of hands-off relationships and never telling her boyfriends where she lived. But they'd been friends for a long time before that, so adding romance to the mix had been new to her, but not difficult.

"Oh, don't worry. He broke more than his fair share of hearts in the day. I felt bad for his bimbos. They deserved more respect, even if they were bimbos," she says. It always made her feel bad when Marco would simply drop one for another like they were interchangeable, or never call them back in the morning - but like many things, she didn't bring it up with him. It's enough to have him back; she doesn't have the fortitude to confront him over anything.

She pauses, realizing that she's put her finger on something she should have left well enough alone. The way Daniel averts his eyes makes pieces fall into place for her. So her first instinct was right - his missing loved one is indeed his wife.

Some dark, heartless part of her says "thank God it's not his child".

"I'm sorry," she says after a moment, feeling guilt well up in her lungs.

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"I guess it was hard lesson for everyone on uh, relationships". 'His bimbos', as if Marco had a squad of them or a pack waiting around, ready to pounce. How many women were after her son post-war? And just how many girls' hearts had Marco broken? Eva was right but the way Daniel saw it, both parties fed on each other. These actors and politicians were using a person for their own agenda, and Marco sounded like he was lapping it up in return. Hopefully there wouldn't be too much of that on board Stacy.

Eva seemed to realize too late what she was digging into. Daniel guessed he'd had it coming for awhile now. Daniel found himself reluctant to talk about Sha're. When Sam had first asked about her, Daniel could still talk about her fondly, talk about how they'd met. Sam was easier, she'd been honestly curious, making polite conversation while getting to know him, and she didn't have anything nearly so personal at stake.

Eva had to understand this better than most, she was the other side of what they were going through. She understood it better than anyone back home, so shouldn't it be easier to talk to her about his wife? Daniel found himself clamming up. He felt numb, tired in a world-weary way that had nothing to do with physical exhaustion, and considered getting too interested in his drink to talk for a few minutes, just so Eva would leave him alone. No go on that idea. He'd just tried that. There wasn't much left.

Touching the side of the cup, Daniel kept his eyes on the table. "I'm sorry too."

It was almost too soft to hear. It was probably the first time he'd actually said it out loud when it came to Sha're. Sorry he hadn't been a better husband, sorry he'd unburied the Gate. Sorry he was losing time here when she was suffering somewhere else.

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She knows why it's hard. The truth is always hard; hopes and dreams are easier managed when you have just the right amount of facts and just the right amount of wiggle room, enough to say 'it doesn't have to be this bad', 'mine will be the exception', 'if I don't know what it really looks like it's not really there'. The grown-up equivalent of covering your eyes at the monster in the closet.

It's hard to ignore the monster in the closet when they buy you lambic and ask you about your marriage.

Not for the first time, she wonders if she is worth the weight she drags into Daniel's life, all that harsh reality she pulls into his life. She knew, of course, that he had lost someone to the Goa'uld. She just hates to rip open that wound.

She is one of the ship's greatest resources on infestation and slavery, and simultaneously the most difficult to talk to about it. Either her own temper flares up in the way, or the sheer horror of the situation brings out the defensive walls in others.

She can't really blame Daniel for clinging to the last of his hopes and shields. And for all she knows, maybe Sha're really will be the one in a million that does better. She doubts it.

"So," she finally says. "How was the weather on Galilee?"

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Eva was a smart woman. It couldn't be two hard to piece it together, the library and right now. This was different than admitting it to Kendra, and where Daniel had been willing to speak about Sha're to her, he was a lot less willing to do the same right now with Eva. Not that he could think up a single out at the moment, so he gave up trying. Daniel just pushed the cup away. He could probably just go back to his quarters and work on this there.

When Eva spoke again, Daniel just lifted his head and stared at her for a second, unbelieving. It was such an awkward switch to a ridiculously mundane, and most people would say, bland, subject that Daniel snorted. He knew what it was. Anyone could see what Eva was trying to do, but really, he didn't think it was her responsibility to try and ease him back into the conversation. She had plenty to worry about besides him.

"I don't remember that much of it," Daniel said, unwilling to blow her off.

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Her responsibility, no. She has trouble not taking on responsibility in the wake of her infestation, but this is not one of those cases. It's not her responsibility to drag him from the darkness she's coaxed him into.

But Daniel's her friend, and it's her desire.

"Oh, come on now. You see your first legitimate sun in weeks and you don't even notice it? I haven't soaked up vitamin D since XaXing." How can it not bother her to be in a bigger cage?

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Eva, if anything, had an astounding tenacity when she wanted to pursue something. She wasn't going to let Daniel have the peace and quiet to think too much about Sha're, or what was happening to her right now, which for a moment, irritated Daniel. It just seemed absurd, meaningless to even talk about the weather when there was a lot worse going on all over. Eva had to know that.

Now that she pointed it, they hadn't seen an actual sun in awhile, had they? Maybe it was a mark of working in Cheyenne Mountain for so long now. Granted, he'd never gone weeks without getting top side, but he had gone days cooped up in his office before. He hadn't realized it at all. The interior of Stacy was so massive that sometimes it was easy to forgot they were on a ship. Kind of like trying to comprehend that Earth was really just a tiny rock in an impossibly vast space every single day.

"I really didn't notice. There was a lot going on," Daniel tried to explain hastily. It still sounded weak anyway, especially considering that Jack was always drilling it into him to notice everything. Even weather and time of day could mean all the difference. Something about tactics. Daniel had always been more interested in what weather might have on developing culture than tactics. "Really? Do you have any idea when the next shore leave is due?"

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One of the things Eva always had a lot of time for, during her infestation, was thinking. Thinking while Edriss stole her face, thinking while chained to the portable pool, thinking while trying to pretend she was anywhere but in her cage of a body. Thinking never accomplished much; it compounded on hurts, allowed her to take a painfully accurate assessment of her situation, brushed away any delusions she could concoct for herself about freedom or worth.

She doesn't see the point of dwelling. She sees no point in allowing Daniel to indulge in it. What can he do, but acknowledge his own powerlessness to save his wife? Acknowledge it over and over again, as if each time over again is a revelation, a penance to what he can't change. She knows men like him. She knows that defeat and sorrow are as warm and comfortable as success and peace, or at least, more comfortable than the middle ground. So she doesn't want to let him dwell.

She shrugs. "I never have any idea what Stacy's up to. I don't think even the Command staff knows. It's a shame though. I've always loved the sunlight. It must be the Californian in me."

And she never got any sun when her body was up in space. Not any sun that felt like sun. "I just hope the hangover I get from the next shore leave isn't nearly as bad as I got from the one on XaXing. I think I spent the whole day in bed."