Oh, God, he's taking off his pants.

I knew I shouldn't have agreed to play strip poker with them, but we've all had at least three beers each. Daniel is already asleep on the couch, and Teal'c is beating the two of us hands-down. All the better for us.

The Colonel had better not lose any more hands. I don't think I could stand it. And by the way he's pointedly not looking at me, I had better not lose any more hands -- or clothes -- either.

Or maybe I should, whispers my alcohol-soaked brain.

What the hell, tonight I'm drunk.