11 November | Tommy & Open (to someone he doesn't know)
11 november
Tommy McConnel + Archer (open to someone she doesn't know well)
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Sunday. Brilliant. No shit. No training, not that Tommy actually minded training, he liked training. He liked his team even if it was very different from his previous team. The men on his team were capable and overall quick at learning. Sometimes the whole addition of magic still shocked Tommy but he was starting to like it more and more.
He was sitting in dive by the window when his second pint was delivered he was just about to reach for it when a little dog walked up licking off some of the foam. “Scram mutt,” he grumbled but did little to actually try and get the little dog to go away. He was about to yell at the mutt when it finally decided to leave.
Turning to wave down the bartender to order another beer he caught sight of someone he didn’t know. “Want one too?”
After yesterday’s flower adventure, Archer had hesitated to leave the house but Porthos had insisted so he had taken him out for a walk. The dog loved the snow, he hadn’t seen much of it in his life so this was a big treat for him. Even though he shouldn’t have, Archer let him off the leash for a moment and to his surprise the dog ran into Dive. “Oh great,” he muttered and saw the dog trying to lick up someone’s beer. “Get off there,” he said, removing the dog and putting the leash back on. “I’m really sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have let me off the leash out there. He usually doesn’t run into buildings though.”
He was surprised when the man offered him a beer considering that his dog had just tried to lick the foam off his but he nodded. “Sure, that’d be great but I insist on paying since Porthos tried to drink yours.”
Tommy shrugged as the older guy mentioned something about the dog of the leash. Tommy didn’t really care, as long as the thing didn’t bite him or steal a steak they were fine. Besides wasn’t every day a dog tried to steal his beer.
“I’d say no, but your dog might be a bit tipsy, so I’ll let you get this round.” He shrugged pointing to the seat next to him before looking at the bartender. “Oi! Add a water, or a dog beer if that’s a thing.” The bartender nodded.
“Is it weird having a person named Porthos around with the dog here?”
“A little bit especially since I named the dog after him,” Archer shook his head. “I loved the book and Porthos was my favorite character so that’s how I named him. They haven’t actually met yet but I’m hoping to get that chance. It would be pretty amusing.” If he could manage to make it happen, he was definitely going to get a picture. Definitely, something he thought would never happen.
“Don’t know the bloke but who doesn’t want a dog named after them,” Tommy said with a shrug making it hard to tell if he was serious or joking.
His beer arrived and Archer thanked the waitress. “True, I wouldn’t mind having a dog named after me.” Who knew, maybe he did in the future since apparently, he lived to be older than dirt. “I guess we’ll find out if beagles can get drunk,” Porthos was sniffing at the foam on Archer’s beer and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “He never tries to do anything when I have a beer at home. I guess it’s because this is more interesting than a bottle.”
“The tap,” Tommy pointed towards the bar. “It’s probably got something about it, and the beer is fresher here than it is in a bottle.” He shrugged. “Cans hold the flavor better than bottles.” He knew a little too much about it probably.
“Never knew that. I’ll keep that mind.” he reached over and scratched Porthos behind the ear. “I don’t want to turn you into an alcoholic but you sure are curious.” Archer wouldn’t actually give beer to his dog all the time but it was an amusing thought.
Tommy snorted a small laugh. “Don’t turn into a lush mate,” he said speaking to the dog. “So, you’re one of the fancy people above ground right?” Tommy said indicating the fact that diplomats worked above ground at the base.
“I wouldn’t describe myself as fancy but yeah I suppose I am if you put it that way. I’d rather be flying a ship to be honest but that’s not an option here,” Archer had grown curious enough to look up his own future and discovered that he eventually became a diplomat, helping to form the Federation, nothing that he would have ever expected he would do. He’d always thought he’d be a Starfleet captain until he died.
“You never know, Atlantis might turn into a ship, or there might be a need for ships again,” he shrugged. Tommy would rather not do the space thing but he wasn’t going to say that either. “What do you diplomats do?”
Not nearly as much as he wished they did but Archer didn’t want to say that. “A lot of paperwork really. We talk to the new arrivals sometimes especially if they’re in some kind of high position in their home worlds. There have been a few times when people have asked for our help and we’ve passed it on to field operations and that sets up the missions.” Which sounded boring and he knew it. “Sometimes we go on a mission, it all depends on what it is.”
Tommy nodded although it sounded really boring to him. “Paperwork, cool.” He said dryly. “Can’t say I’d handle that well.” Which he knew he wouldn’t. “Hate paperwork.”
“I can’t blame you. It’s a pain.” Archer took another sip of his beer. “Which team are you on?” He knew some of the field agents’ names from Sam but he couldn’t always place them.
“It’s a form of torture,” he quipped thinking that might be an interesting integration tactic. "Run team 8, with Marcus Cole and Marcus Flint, both good blokes." He did like both Marcus's although he did find it mildly annoying they had the same first name, he mostly referred to them as Cole and Flint though.
“That’s good. It always makes things easier when you have a good team to work with,” Archer was lucky in that his crew was easily one of the best in Starfleet. He missed them and whenever they had arrivals, he found himself hoping that one of them would come back but so far that hadn’t happened. No reason he couldn’t hope for it though.
Tommy nodded, a good team made a huge difference. After draining his beer he looked over at the dog and back to Archer he sighed. “Well, I should probably head off, get a few things done before the next illogical thing happens.” Tommy sighed. “It was nice meeting you though, and good luck with the diplomat stuff.” He managed not to say shit.
“Thank you for the beer,” he replied. “It was good to meet you too. Hope to see you around.”