"General?" Davis stood in the doorway, tugging at his collar. And blushing?
Jack shoved the stack of reports he'd been reading back into his inbox. "What is it, Walter?"
"There's, ah, been some complaints about the new uniform regulations."
Oh, people with complaints about something. What a surprise. "What kind of complaints?"
"About the tank tops, sir. People find them distracting. And… cold."
"Huh. I mean, it's not like we've turned down the heat - wait, cold?"
"Yes, sir."
"Sweet! I'm going to go check out... I mean check with Colonel Carter."
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He found her in one of the secondary labs, tinkering with something. And like the good order-following soldier that she was, she was clad in an appropriate regulation tank top. His favorite version too, the one with the high neck that cut in deep across the shoulders. Mmm. Shoulders.
"Carter."
"Sir!" She turned, and Jack grinned.
Oh yeah. Best. Decision. Ever.
"You're… perky today, Carter." He congratulated himself on managing to say that with a straight face. And look her in the face. "I need your opinion. Seems there've been some complaints about the new uniform regulations."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I think we might need to get rid of the tank tops."
"No!"
Well, that was vehement. "You don't find them cold? Or distracting?"
And now Carter was blushing. "Um, no, not at all. Sir. They're very… comfortable. And it's so nice to have all those arms… I mean, all that variety. Yes. Variety. In uniform choices. Sir."
Jack thought he was missing something, but she was shivering a little, and the way she'd crossed her arms… "Cool." And hey, if Carter was happy with the new uniform regulations, so was he. Very, very happy.
"You're… perky today, Carter." He congratulated himself on managing to say that with a straight face. And look her in the face. "I need your opinion. Seems there've been some complaints about the new uniform regulations."
Your mind is a dirty, dirty place. *smooooooooches it*
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*g*
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"What is it, Walter?"
"There's, ah, been some complaints about the new uniform guidelines."
"What kind of complaints?"
"About the tank tops, sir. People find them distracting. And cold."
"Wait, cold?"
"Yes, sir."
"Sweet! I'm going to go check out... I mean check with Colonel Carter."
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"General?" Davis stood in the doorway, tugging at his collar. And blushing?
Jack shoved the stack of reports he'd been reading back into his inbox. "What is it, Walter?"
"There's, ah, been some complaints about the new uniform regulations."
Oh, people with complaints about something. What a surprise. "What kind of complaints?"
"About the tank tops, sir. People find them distracting. And… cold."
"Huh. I mean, it's not like we've turned down the heat - wait, cold?"
"Yes, sir."
"Sweet! I'm going to go check out... I mean check with Colonel Carter."
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He found her in one of the secondary labs, tinkering with something. And like the good order-following soldier that she was, she was clad in an appropriate regulation tank top. His favorite version too, the one with the high neck that cut in deep across the shoulders. Mmm. Shoulders.
"Carter."
"Sir!" She turned, and Jack grinned.
Oh yeah. Best. Decision. Ever.
"You're… perky today, Carter." He congratulated himself on managing to say that with a straight face. And look her in the face. "I need your opinion. Seems there've been some complaints about the new uniform regulations."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I think we might need to get rid of the tank tops."
"No!"
Well, that was vehement. "You don't find them cold? Or distracting?"
And now Carter was blushing. "Um, no, not at all. Sir. They're very… comfortable. And it's so nice to have all those arms… I mean, all that variety. Yes. Variety. In uniform choices. Sir."
Jack thought he was missing something, but she was shivering a little, and the way she'd crossed her arms… "Cool." And hey, if Carter was happy with the new uniform regulations, so was he. Very, very happy.
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Your mind is a dirty, dirty place. *smooooooooches it*
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I am sooo glad there was no food or drink nearby.
You slay me! ROTFLMAO!
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