Sid's Closet

"I resolve to gain weight," Sam said, waving her champagne glass in a reckless arc.

"I'm going to eat unhealthy foods," Janet responded. "Lots of butter and salt."

"No sugar?"

"Sure, sugar."

Sam snickered. "You called me 'sugar'."

"You like 'honey' better?"

"Sometimes you are so Southern."

Janet beamed. "You like me Southern?"

"I like you every way." Sam felt her face flush. Oops. "I resolve…I resolve to disobey Colonel O'Neill at every opportunity."

Janet giggled and swayed toward her. "I'm putting that one on my list, too."

"You don't have to obey him. He has to obey you!"

"Ain't it grand?" Janet grabbed Sam's shoulder and shook it.

"It must be," Sam agreed, admiring the way Janet's eyes sparkled when she laughed. "What else should we resolve?"

"We should resolve to do this a whole lot more." Janet leaned into Sam and clinked their glasses carefully.

"Champagne every night!"

"I'll drink to that!"

They drank. Their glasses were empty. The bottle was empty, too. Just like the first bottle had been.

"Aw," Sam said, setting her glass down on the table next to Janet's a little heavily. "I guess the party's about over."

"Not necessarily."

"Hmm?" Sam turned her head and peered at Janet.

Janet put a hand on her knee. "Sugar," she drawled.

Sam held her breath.

"I resolve to break a few Air Force regulations. Because you're worth it." Janet stroked Sam's cheek a little clumsily. "And because we deserve to be happy, damn it." She leaned in very close. "Honey?"

Sam found herself nodding, found her arms lifting, found her head tilting. Found her lips on Janet's.

Found the room spinning, just a little. In the good way. In the way it happened sometimes, when something was right.

It was going to be an awesome year.