John's in the queue at the staff canteen, the Jell-O cups are just ahead and there's one blue one left. Which either means Rodney McKay, the erstwhile terror of the Maths and Physics department and John's current officemate, has been, gone and eaten the rest, leaving the last one for John as apology for the not-quite-empty-coffee-mug-on-a-stack-of-graded-papers incident. Or he's not been through yet and everyone else has taken advantage of this and gone for the forbidden fruit.
John thinks he has more chance of getting back into the Air Force than the former being true.
He takes a moment to check the canteen - it looks remarkably (suspiciously) peaceful and there's a table hidden behind the pillar that he can retreat to with his spoils - and snags the last cup. Doris on the register gives him a look and he uses his best charming grin on her. She melts and he winks at her as he heads towards the tables.
He's eaten all of what passes as the Macaroni and Cheese (it's best if you don't look at it too closely) and is deep in the latest edition of Journal of Aircraft's headline article on the future of Micro-Air-Vehicle Development, when the The Astrophysical Journal thumps down on the table next to him.
"You! You took the last Blue Jell-O cup!"
"Hi McKay."
McKay reached for the Jell-O cup and John made to stab him with his fork.
"Ow! What in the hell are you playing at, Sheppard!" McKay is clutching at his fingers and John thinks that it's only his excellent self-preservation instincts that prevent him from actually stabbing him. McKay is vindictive and John still remembers what happened to Kavanagh, the short-lived officemate before him.
John clutches the Jell-O cup protectively. "You snooze, McKay, you loose. Besides, you owe me for the coffee incident."
The chair scrapes on the tile as McKay sits down and flicks through the journal. "Hrmph."
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No matter how much I squint, this does not resemble my dissertation. Sigh
Date: 2006-04-22 10:30 am (UTC)John thinks he has more chance of getting back into the Air Force than the former being true.
He takes a moment to check the canteen - it looks remarkably (suspiciously) peaceful and there's a table hidden behind the pillar that he can retreat to with his spoils - and snags the last cup. Doris on the register gives him a look and he uses his best charming grin on her. She melts and he winks at her as he heads towards the tables.
He's eaten all of what passes as the Macaroni and Cheese (it's best if you don't look at it too closely) and is deep in the latest edition of Journal of Aircraft's headline article on the future of Micro-Air-Vehicle Development, when the The Astrophysical Journal thumps down on the table next to him.
"You! You took the last Blue Jell-O cup!"
"Hi McKay."
McKay reached for the Jell-O cup and John made to stab him with his fork.
"Ow! What in the hell are you playing at, Sheppard!" McKay is clutching at his fingers and John thinks that it's only his excellent self-preservation instincts that prevent him from actually stabbing him. McKay is vindictive and John still remembers what happened to Kavanagh, the short-lived officemate before him.
John clutches the Jell-O cup protectively. "You snooze, McKay, you loose. Besides, you owe me for the coffee incident."
The chair scrapes on the tile as McKay sits down and flicks through the journal. "Hrmph."