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Rodney never thought he'd find peace in the middle of a bar fight, but Pegasus keeps surprising him. Maybe it was proof he'd been among his lunatic teammates too long, but there was an inner quiet in doing this with them: Teyla serenely clubbing a guy with a bottle, Ronon's kinetic grace drop kicking the bartender, and John, beautifully savage, splintering a chair over someone's head.
Then: "Rodney!" John yells, and Rodney ducks an earthenware jug exploding crockery shards and purple wine against the wall.
A warm calm blooms in Rodney's chest as they share a bloody smile across the room.