sucker for punishment

[tielan]

Leave character and one-word prompt for ficlet. Ficlet will be at least 100 words but prob'ly not over 500.

Check the comments before leaving your prompts. If there are still two 'active' prompts for a character (ie. I haven't yet written the ficlet) then pick someone else.

Will try to be humourous, but am feeling distinctly blah, so cannot guarantee frivolity.

ETA:
Rodney: cheddar, Seattle
Ronon: retrieve, haircut, ballroom dancing
John: high heels
Michael: decades
Elizabeth: headache
Teyla: hickey, peace

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[tielan]

Cheddar cheese was one thing Rodney had never had to worry about as far as allergies went - who'd ever heard of lemon-flavoured cheese?

Okay, so who'd ever heard of lemon-flavoured cheese outside of those outlandishly rustic places that tourists went to be bored out of their minds?

And speaking of outlandishly rustic places where people were bored out of their minds...

"Remind me why we had to attend this again?" Rodney complained to Sheppard. "Other than that you and Ronon wanted to ogle the local women?"

Teyla was presently halfway across the square, which was why Rodney felt safe in making his comment about ogling the women. It was an unspoken rule among the men of AR-1 that if Teyla was around, then ogling should be kept to a minimum. And that included ogling of Teyla herself.

"We need a reason other than ogling?" Ronon inquired between finger-licks, both elbows firmly planted on the wooden table.

"Well, it looks better on the mission report than, 'we came, we saw, we ogled'. Elizabeth doesn't approve of those kinds of missions." He glared at the crumbling whitish-yellow hunk of Ronon's plate. "That smells disgusting - can you sit downwind?"

"Tastes pretty good," said Ronon, squishing a wedge of sausage-like thing into the cheese before thrusting it into Rodney's face. "Try some?"

Rodney reared back. "Please. We don't even know what's gone into it - I might be allergic."

"I thought you said cheese was one of the things you don't have to worry about," Sheppard commented, dragging his gaze away from the main square.

"Well, usually, not. But I make it a personal motto to avoid anything that smells like toenail clippings."

Ronon popped the proffered sausage-and-toenail clippings into his mouth and chewed with every evidence of enjoyment. "Still tastes like cheese."

[kismatt.livejournal.com]

LOL

The one time that Rodney DOESn't eat! *gasp*!

Very nice ;-)

[sjhw-tolerance.livejournal.com]

Ogling and smelly cheese! Nicely done!

[pavaneofstars.livejournal.com]

smells like toenail clippings

Ewww! lol Fun little piece, thanks for the chuckle. :D