hathor_girl

We have danced several dances, and then returned to our seats - only to find they were taken. We have managed to find a new place, though, even if we are standing and not sitting.

After a few more drinks, I decide we should try to move forward with our plan of getting more information about Jolinar. I look around, deciding it is not good to talk here. "Samantha, as I mentioned some time ago, I do believe we need to talk. This is not a very private place, and what I need to discuss is private. Can we go somewhere else and talk?"

"Um, sure, we can go for a walk outside, I suppose - *hick*." She giggles, and grab my hand, entwining her fingers with mine. I enjoy the feeling immensely. "Let's just finish our drinks first - and I need to use the bathroom too."

~I believe she has had quite enough to drink - but alcohol may work to our advantage. If she is drunk, she may tell us things about Jolinar that she would otherwise feel was secret.~

~Why would it be secret? We are...were Jolinar's mates!~

~I suspect she doesn't remember that part - why I don't know. Maybe Jolinar didn't blend with her - which would make sense if Samantha was...taken against her will. As abhorrent as that idea is, I begin to suspect that is what happened. She is probably innocent in Jolinar's death, and actually a victim.~ Lantash explains, after having thought about it for a while.

I give his opinion some thought, and it sounds correct. ~I agree. Jolinar may have intended to leave Samantha - if Samantha did not come to accept her.~

~Yes, and Samantha is part of the group that knows about the chaapa'ai - if that is forbidden to the majority of their people, she may think she cannot tell us of Jolinar.~

~But since she remembers your name, surely we can convince her she can tell us!~

~Yes. Let us finish our beverage, so we can find somewhere more private to talk.~

Sam POV

It's fairly cold outside, and I only have a thin coat with me. Martouf's costume is more suited for this temperature than mine. I am - more than a little unstable on my feet. It's a good thing I took a cab instead of driving.

Where to go and talk where it is warm? I look around, not seeing anything but the park, and that is cold and dark.

Maybe home at my place? I did buy wine, beer, and plenty of snacks and candy - and even some food. I mean, I'm unlikely to meet a more attractive man in the bar - and I don't really want to try. Of course, I have only just met Martouf - and Lantash - and I don't know how good an idea it is to take them home. If it was anyone else, they might get the wrong idea, but something tells me Martouf can be trusted completely.

I steal a look at him. God he is handsome! I love his smile, but right now he looks very serious, and a bit sad. I really want to hug him and comfort him.

Yes, I am developing a major crush on him. I am not the type to pick up a man for a one night stand, but I am seriously tempted to find out if Martouf might be interested. Just...I already know I want him for more than just one time. I think I am falling in love. With an alien. That my former symbiote knew. How was their relationship? Friends?

Regardless, I must be crazy. Still...

"Martouf...it's a bit cold." I trip over my own damn feet, and stumble. I would have fallen if Martouf had not caught me. I smile at him. "Thanks."

He nods, but does not let go. "No problem, Samantha." He slowly lets go. "You said you were cold?"

"Yes, why don't we go back to my place." I cringe at how that sounds! "I mean, so we can talk privately, and not be cold!" I quickly add.

"That would be agreeable with us. Is it nearby?"

"Sort of - though I think we should take a taxi."

Martouf nods, and I hail a cab. Still unsure if this is a good idea, I get in, and Martouf/Lantash do as well. As he flash me a charming smile, I realize that the main reason this might be a bad idea is that I very much don't trust myself!

"You live here alone?" Martouf ask.

I turn to see him look around with genuine interest, and realize he is not making a subtle question about my relationship situation, but is wondering about why one person would have such a big place to themselves. I suddenly have a memory flash, showing me the fairly small quarters of the Tok'ra.

I nod at him. "Yes, this isn't even considered a big house - at least not in this country."

"Interesting. Your life is very different from mine."

"In some ways, yes - though I fight the Goa'uld too."

"Yes, in that we are similar." He agree, and smile that charming smile at me. I feel my knees go weak, despite the cold air having made the alcohol fumes lift a little. It hasn't affected my attraction to him, though. "May I take a closer look at this place?" He asks.

"Sure, look around all you want. I don't have any secrets... well, I do, but not for someone who knows about the Stargate."

"Thank you."

"Do you want anything? I've got various snacks and drinks."

"I am not familiar with the names of more than a very few of your 'snacks' and 'drinks', and I am not really hungry."

"Then why don't I get out a small selection of stuff we can nibble on while we talk? Would you like to listen to some music?"

He looks unsure, then nods. "Yes, something... quiet. I do not feel in the mood for anything excessively joyful." A pained expression crosses his face.

"Of course. I understand." I go to fix the food and drink, as I think about Martouf and Lantash. How well did they know Jolinar? Was he-she a close friend? That would explain his reaction - since he has almost certainly realized I was a host to Jolinar. Or just that I was a host to someone?