Status: Completed 1/25/2009

Season: Any

Archive Permission: Ask first.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.

Word Count: 200

Author's Notes: Written for the December 28th stargatedrabbles list's 4-word challenge, Hard words. Fork, Microphone, Neanderthal and Lipstick. Bonus word – Leather. Unbeta'd.

"Puff the magic wagon," Daniel hiccupped then sang louder. "Dagon," he hiccupped again. "Dragon, lived by the sea! And licked . . . frolicked, in the autumn, pist -whoops!- mist in a land called honah yee . . . lee!"

"Stick a fork in him, he's done!" Jack exclaimed as Daniel sang, microphone held so close to his mouth it squelched with each word.

Carter grabbed her lipstick red leather jacket and put it on. "So am I, sir. I have to get up early tomorrow. I'll see you guys at the base."

"What'sa matter, Carter? Can't hold your alcohol?" Jack teased.

Carter said nothing as she turned and glared at her commanding officer.

Jack kept his expression serious. "Come on Carter, you know women can't handle alcohol like guys." At her stunned expression, he couldn't keep a straight face any longer and grinned.

"Neanderthal," Carter said, laughing as she left.

Jack was proud see not even the slightest waiver in her step.

"I believe Doctor Jackson is also ready to leave, O'Neill."

Jack looked over to the stage and laughed as Daniel, who really couldn't hold his liquor, stumbled down the three stairs.

One thing was for sure; karaoke night at O'Malley's was never dull!

THE END