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Drinking whatever the homemade hooch Zelenka had concocted and stashed for a special occasion had been a mistake, John realized a bit too late.
But it was a party. He had been warned about partying with scientists.
Someone had even managed to rig up a sort of Karaoke machine. It only played songs from the eighties, but it was the best entertainment in months.
John watched Rodney sway on the makeshift stage, preparing to catch him, only to realize that was Rodney attempting to dance. The way he slowly built up the drama through the first verse with his off-key wailing was mesmerizing, like a train wreck.
The second verse, however, required an intervention.
John sunk deeper in his chair as he realized Rodney's gestures were increasingly pointed towards him specifically.
“But I see your true colors...”
Luckily, no one had noticed, or maybe just didn't care. John got up and slowly walked to the stage. Maybe if he didn't spook him, he could get Rodney out of there without an enormous scene. John wasn't dumb enough to think there wouldn't be a scene, but maybe there could just be a small one.
“...Shining through...”
Rodney's voice was reaching an alarmingly high pitch and was hugging the microphone. John sensed it was the prelude to a big flourish.
“...I see your true colors...”
John was fairly certain Rodney would never forgive him if he let him make it through the next line, publicly embarrassing himself while inebriated and, most likely, very publicly declaring his love for John. Yes, John knew he would be suffering for a very long time, if he did not act quickly. It really shouldn't have been this hard to shove his way through swaying scientists.
At a note that should only be reached by cats and prepubescent girls, Rodney sang, “And that's why I... oof! Unhand me!”
Ronon had apparently circumvented the crowd entirely and swooped in from the side of the stage and was now walking off briskly with Rodney tossed over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.
Everyone turned their attention to John. “He's a... He's not a Cyndi Lauper fan.” He started to walk backwards. “I should, uh, check on, um,” John pointed with his thumb the direction Ronon had carried Rodney, “have fun.”
John heard the beginnings of Zelenka mangle She Blinded Me With Science while he trotted off after his not so secret boyfriends.