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Fastest fic ever! - Frosting and Cake
June 2006
 
 
 
 
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wishfulaces:
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destina_fic
Frosting and Cake
Tue, Jun. 13th, 2006 11:00 pm
Fastest fic ever!

Written in about twenty minutes, and based entirely on my new calling as a pool shark, I really hope you enjoy this, Des, and that your birthday has involved lots of--well, frosting and cake, natch. :)


“You’re never gonna make that shot,” Jack said from where he was propped up against the dark-panelled wall. He held his cue lightly in both hands, and his legs were crossed as he watched Daniel bend low over the table, eyeing the angle.

Daniel flicked a glance up at him, letting it barely register before he looked back to the white ball and the solid green beyond. “Wanna bet?” he asked lightly.

“Nah,” said Jack. “Candy, babies, y’know.”

Daniel nudged his glasses up his nose, still balancing the cue in his hands. “Somebody tried to steal candy from me when I was a baby, once. I screamed bloody murder and she ran away.”

Jack blinked. “How old was she?”

“Seven or eight, I think.” Daniel thought about how much force he should use, and he struck the ball. Green ball, straight and true, right into the corner pocket.

Daniel straightened and grinned slyly at Jack.

“Told you so,” he said.

Jack rolled his eyes and shifted against the wall. He was outside the fall of the overhead light above the pool table, but Daniel knew him well.

“And for your next trick?” Jack’s tone of voice was acerbic.

“Seven ball, side pocket,” Daniel answered thoughtfully after frowning at the table.

“Bank shot?”

“Bank shot,” Daniel confirmed.

“Oh, if only Carter were here to see you now,” Jack said, watching Daniel measure the angles. “You mad geometrician, you.”

Daniel’s eyebrows and lips quirked upward, but he didn’t respond, concentrating on the shot instead. He aimed. He fired. He missed.

“Ha,” Jack could not quite contain his crow of triumph. Then again, Daniel deserved it. Cocky little bastard. He pushed himself off the wall and meandered up to the table, taking his time to survey his options. Sadly, they weren’t many.

“Good luck,” Daniel said sweetly as he passed out of Jack’s view, heading for their little table with a pitcher of beer and two half-empty glasses. It was a compromise that they could both agree to drink, though Daniel liked it a little more than Jack and refused to admit it.

“Cocky little bastard,” Jack repeated aloud, softly, and bent over the table. It was early enough in the evening that his knees weren’t giving him crap yet. He wondered how bad it would look if he claimed infirmity in defense of an early night and decided he didn’t care, if Daniel was gonna beat his ass when they were only into their first game.

The thirteen ball was his best bet, even if his angle was terrible. He could at least nudge the ball in the right direction. Daniel only had the one ball on the table, besides the eight, and Jack had fallen woefully behind after a brilliant beginning that had included breaking with two stripes smoothly falling into the pockets.

Maybe if he was lucky, Daniel would scratch on the eight ball.

Jack sighted along his cue. As he’d thought, the ball didn’t actually go into the pocket, but at least it headed in the right direction. Sometimes, Jack told himself philosophically as he straightened, that was all you could ask for.

Daniel grinned at him again as he walked past him and around the table. It was a quiet night, middle of the week, and there were only a few other people playing and drinking in the bar. But Teal’c was visiting off-planet, and Carter was finishing up a project, and they had elected to make the middle of the week their weekend.

Daniel shoved his glasses up his nose again and frowned over the table, standing his cue up as if it were a cane. Jack settled down on one of the chairs by their little table, grinning a little. He would never in a million years admit it publicly, but he enjoyed it when Daniel focused his concentration on something other than old rocks.

The seven ball rolled beautifully into the side pocket.

Daniel grinned at the table, never even glancing in Jack’s direction, and Jack huffed out a long-suffering sigh. He supposed they should play one more game after this, so he could kick Daniel’s ass because otherwise Daniel would be unbearable for the next week at least, but he just wasn’t sure he wanted to risk the humiliation.

“Call it,” he growled.

“Corner pocket,” Daniel pointed with the cue, and then he strolled around the table, taking his sweet damn time to set up his shot.

That corner?” Jack snorted. “You’re dreaming, Daniel.”

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Jack,” Daniel answered mildly. “Have a little faith, why don’t you.”

Jack merely snorted again and watched.

Eight ball, corner pocket, and Jack wanted to beat his head lightly against the little table.

Daniel straightened. “Wanna go again?” he asked brightly.

“Absolutely not,” Jack answered. “Or else I might scream bloody murder.”

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jenlev
jenlev
Time Is Like A Kiss
Wed, Jun. 14th, 2006 10:31 am (UTC)

heh heh heh! this is utterly delightful.

and jack calling daniel: “You mad geometrician, you.” is perfect. *g*


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wishfulaces
wishfulaces
aces
Thu, Jun. 15th, 2006 02:15 am (UTC)

Thank you!

I adore Jack in his more sardonic moods. :)


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jenlev
jenlev
Time Is Like A Kiss
Thu, Jun. 15th, 2006 10:13 am (UTC)

he's so very good at it. and you're also very good at showing it in a delightful way. :)


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delphia2000
delphia2000
delphia2000
Wed, Jun. 14th, 2006 06:28 pm (UTC)

Perfect frosting and cake here...sweet and yet filling. And I've got this nice mental image of tight backsides bending over a pool table. :oD Very sweet indeed! :oD


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wishfulaces
wishfulaces
aces
Thu, Jun. 15th, 2006 02:15 am (UTC)

Thank you very much! And ohhhh, yes, tight backsides bending over the pool table are *exactly* what you're supposed to be contemplating right now. Mmmm. ;)


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miriam_heddy
miriam_heddy
miriam heddy
Wed, Jun. 14th, 2006 08:36 pm (UTC)

“You mad geometrician, you.”

Jack!

That line just made me way too happy.


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wishfulaces
wishfulaces
aces
Thu, Jun. 15th, 2006 02:16 am (UTC)

Hee hee! I am very glad to hear it. :-D


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troyswann
troyswann
salieri
Wed, Jun. 14th, 2006 08:49 pm (UTC)

Eight ball, corner pocket, and Jack wanted to beat his head lightly against the little table.

Ah, perfect. The voices are grrrrreat!

Also, I wonder how you've been spending your time... ;)


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wishfulaces
wishfulaces
aces
Thu, Jun. 15th, 2006 02:17 am (UTC)

Oh, I'm glad to hear that--I've gotten a bit rusty with their voices, I'm afraid.

I wonder how you've been spending your time...

Oh, Sal. Grad school has broken me. I am now leading a life of total dissipation and shall be a total wreck by the time I get to you next month.

But that just means I'll be able to withstand the affect of even more martinis. *sunny smile*


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destina
destina
Destina
Sat, Jun. 17th, 2006 06:54 pm (UTC)

Jack blinked. “How old was she?”

You know, this is sort of a perfect commentary on the state of Daniel's love life, in general. They always want his, uh, candy, and he sends them away, maybe screaming. :D This is so wonderful -- and sexy! It sounds so much like them, and I can completely see them doing this. Guh. Mad geometrician. *snicker* Thank you so much for this -- I'll hug you for it when I see you.


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wishfulaces
wishfulaces
aces
Sun, Jun. 18th, 2006 04:26 am (UTC)

You know, this is sort of a perfect commentary on the state of Daniel's love life, in general. They always want his, uh, candy, and he sends them away, maybe screaming.

Hee hee! I totally didn't think of that! It just seemed an appropriate response of an irate, small-child Daniel. Must've been a defining experience for him. ;)

And I'm so glad you like it! You should have birthdays more often, you know. That way we can all rejoice in the fic and stuff. :-D


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minnow1212
minnow1212
minnow
Tue, Jul. 4th, 2006 05:14 am (UTC)

Oh, this is fun. I like the banter. And "you mad geometrician, you" is hysterical.


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