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THE BIRTHDAY MEME

da na na na na-na YOU SAY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, da na na na na-na IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TOO YEAH
da na na na na-na YOU SAY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, da na na na na-na WE'RE GONNA HAVE A GOOD TIME
da na na na na-na I'M GLAD IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, da na na na na-na HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

right, with that out of the way, it's your birthday! There's a lovely party going on, full of cake and balloons and party games! Man, this is like the sweetest party you've ever been to. It's full of those birthday party cliches that six year old you loved. Maybe it's got a Power Rangers theme, wouldn't that be super awesome. Unless your birthday is shit and bad stuff always happens, BUT WHO THE FUCK CARES THIS IS A HAPPY MEME AND WE'RE GONNA HAVE A GOOD TIME.

prompts if you wanna use them:
one: setting up
Do you think we have enough crepe paper?

two: I'll give that bitch a present, bitches love presents
OHMYGOD IT'S JUST WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED, THANK YOU SOOO MUCH. alternatively wow, socks you shouldn't have. No, really, you shouldn't have.

three: party games!
Pin the tail on the donkey, musical chairs, there are party games and you are going to play them. Maybe you'll even have the coolest party game ever: a pinata, oh man everybody loves pinatas.

four: moon bounce
Man, this must be one of the rich kid's parties CAUSE THERE'S A MOTHERFUCKING MOON BOUNCE, HOLY SHIT MAN THIS IS SO COOL. Geez you haven't been on one of these things in AGES, aw man.

five: wet and wild
THERE'S A SLIP AND SLIDE your inner five year old is going ballistic. Or, maybe the birthday party is held at someone's house with a pool-or maybe it's held at the local YMCA. One thing's for certain, this is a pool party, it's a cool party, it's gas it's a blast it's a splash splash splash.

six: short skirt and a long jacket
Time for cake! (get it? Oh, I crack myself up) But yeah, there's cake. It's pretty sweet cake. I don't care if you're on a diet, this is someone's BIRTHDAY thank you very much, you're gonna have a slice.

seven: cleaning up
Yep, we DEFINITELY used too much crepe paper.

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[Oh-ho ho! Jack could have chortled. How he loved getting Daniel to snark back. Instead, since Daniel was looking at him for once, he just gave him a mild smile as if saying 'who's ancient, me?' or 'I'm innocent!']

You're welcome. And yes, yes I am. [Both colonel, and professional pain in the ass. And he was proud of both, he'd have him know.]

I'd ask for another beer, but you're busy so I'll wait until you can join me.

[He's having far too much fun, sorry Daniel.]

Well that explains everything.[Daniel catches that little smile] Oh please, you can't do innocent if you tried.

[He works at getting the cans first; might as well see about recycling them while he's at it. Except how did that one get up there? or this one down there, under a sofa that's got a gap too small for the can. You know what, he doesn't want to know]

Jack, I'm not getting you a beer right now. Of course, if it's me you're waiting on...

[Jack snickered, grinning widely. Yeah, not offended, sorry Danny-boy. No, he didn't want to know how some of those cans got where they had either - it involved gymnastics and various other... er, activities.]

It's my birthday, Daniel, I'm not supposed to do anything, remember?

You're making that part abundantly clear.

[A to Jack O'Neill, for sitting on his ass. Daniel's slowly making a teeny, TINY dent in the explosion that's happened to his place]

[He's good at that. Jack continued to sit back and 'relax' for a long moment before rolling to his feet and stepping through the various trash strewn about.]

You did want another beer, didn't you?

[Daniel glances up, in time to see Jack somehow managing easily through the wreck, and making it look way more effortless]

I really shouldn't. [namely because come on, let's not add to more trash to the disaster area here. But it's not exactly a no.]

We can split one. Since you're up.

[Talent. Supreme talent. Or far more experience than he let on. Jack sent Daniel an incredulous look.]

Split one? Come on, live a little!

[But he didn't expect a reply, so simply headed on to the kitchen to grab two. He even brought Daniel a second garbage bag - since he was such a nice guy. Returning to the living room, he offered one beer bottle and the garbage bag with a grin.]

I am living a little! [seriously, going through the wreck of Jack's birthday party, you never know what you might find. He has a feeling this isn't a usual thing. Jack isn't the type to let things get out of hands this much.]

...Thanks.

[Daniel takes the offered beer. He takes the offered second garbage bag with less enthusiasm]

So, how does it feel to be one year older, one year wiser?

[Talent it is. Though there were days... after missions, especially.

Jack just rolled his eyes and took a swig from his newest bottle of beer. At least he'd opened the one he'd handed Daniel, right?]

Same as last year. At least this year we're not getting shot at again.

[For a day. Possibly two.]

[Daniel's about to start the second bag, so he takes the chance for a break, taking a slow, pensive sip of the new beer, staring for a moment at the floor

When he does look back at Jack, there's a slight, wistful smile]

And no one's stuck in the infirmary this time.

[There's that smile, if small. Jack reached his beer out to clink it with Daniel's.]

Exactly. I call it a success.

[And since the couch was more or less clear, Jack set his free hand on Daniel's shoulder to nudge him over to take a seat and enjoy that beer.]

[Daniel's beer clinks against Jack's.]

Definitely a success.

[he lets himself get drawn down to the seat, sitting down next to Jack in a sprawl. Surveying the remains of a great party for him]

Happy birthday, Jack.

[Good boy, Daniel. They both did that sprawling thing quite well, both well earned at that. Jack sets his feet on the low table with a sigh and a smile.]

Thanks, Daniel. Glad you could make it - I know you wanted to go to that conference thingy.

I'm not gonna lie, I was really tempted, especially since you've been planning to trick Teal'c into fishing for months. Seeing as the merits of beer pong or its rule went over his head.

[Daniel takes a long sip]

I wouldn't miss this for the world.

[Jack snickered and took another drink of beer.]

He's getting there. Slowly, but it's working. Just you watch.

We'll have fun. We'll make a weekend out of it.

[Sorry Daniel, he'll find some way to get you to go as well.]

I don't think he can get drunk. Can he?

What makes you think I want to see you working your way towards the worst hangover known to man?

[you're going to have to bribe him. A lot]

That's the beauty of it! We have to find out for ourselves!

[Even if it meant getting so drunk he actually couldn't walk... Eh. Technicalities.

Besides. Daniel'd be drinking right along with them, and pretty much anything could be funny then.]

You say that now. I'm all for learning, but not so much in this case.

[Daniel would be drunk far faster than either of you. And it wouldn'tbe pretty.]

[Entertaining, though. Jack laughed and patted Daniel on the shoulder.]

You'd miss the best part if you aren't around for it.

[Daniel's mid sip and luckily that pat wasn't a back pound or anything, because then there'd be trouble. Daniel shoots him a momentarily disapproving look over the rims of his glasses]

Oh right, which part is that? The part where I get sick somewhere or you start bellowing to the world your top favorite Simpson's episodes? Singing it.

[That's why it wasn't a back pounce. Jack wasn't quite that mean. Today. Right that second. He shot Daniel another innocent look.]

It's music! And you just need to build up your endurance.

And give my ears time to recover. That isn't singing, that's torture!

[Despite the pout, it should be obvious Jack was just trying not to laugh again.]

I know what torture is, and that isn't it.

[Well. Slightly serious memories there, but eh. Who was counting?]

[oh geez. Foot in mouth, Jackson. Daniel pinkens and looks down, burying himself in the beer bottle]

But that's not the point.

[Just... trying not to dwell, and Daniel's silence made that hard to manage.]

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