[Massive Beach Party Thread!] -- [Everyone]

[kirktastic]

Communication to All

Your oh so lovely Captain has reserved an entire bar for our use for our final night on Risa! You can get the position of it from the attached file. Nice little place, tucked up on the beach and right up against the waterline, full bar with everything you can imagine! I'll be seeing you all around sunset!


[OOC: This thread can run as long as we need it too, far past the 'end' of Risa Saturday night. Feel free to post anywhere, there's no order, who gives a damn about how the thread looks, just HAVE FUN!]

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[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Tomorrow," he replied, giving the other man a once over. "I understand you were in my sickbay earlier. You feeling alright?" he asked, waving the bartender over in their direction. "Another one here, and whatever he wants."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Whiskey. neat, please" George ordered.

"A bit of dehydration and a lot of big nasty medical things, but I escaped." He turned a cheeky smile on the Doc. "Dunno if they wanted me too..."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"You're a Kirk, it was to be expected," said the man who recently escaped from his own sickbay as well. Might have to look into better security, he thought to himself.

When the bartender poured their drinks, he toasted George. "Back on board tomorrow, and you've lost two days out in the wild." He paused, taking a small sip. The first drink had gone down too fast, needed to nurse this one a little slower. "Heard Winona and Jim found you."

He gave George a bit of a look, eyes narrowing.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George chuckled. "I stayed until the IV bag was empty, Doc, I promise. Figured that's all they needed me for anyway." George met the toast solemenly and shot it back, slamming it on the table, letting it burn it's way down. Good stuff.

"Yup. But I got the last few things I forgot to pick up while we were shopping before coming here so I'm ready to go. Want to be back to work honestly. I'm not much good at letting the moss grow anymore. No reason too." More time for dwelling, and he didn't need that. "Should make an appointment with you for the psych thing, soon's we're back on shift."

"They did, together. They weren't fighting and neither had tears streaming down their faces, so..."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

He waved the bartender over for another one for George. "Yeah, I heard some more about nightmares..." George alluded to it during their shopping trip, and Jim had shared that tidbit, gleaned from Winnie, and if he knew about them now - it was clear that he was really worried about his father.

"George, you wouldn't have gone out and gotten yourself lost on purpose, would you?" he asked, looking George straight in the eye.

You could never tell with Kirks...

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't lost," George said sighing. "I knew where I was. I just wanted to fish alone for a couple hours. Just that stupid plant." No matter how many times he did it, detox never got more fun. "Yeah, I've got some screamers...I know tricks for handling them until I see a psych. Promise."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"You know what they say about shore leave - it's not over until someone's in sickbay." Bones had actually been upset he hadn't been notified about George being up there - he'd have liked to treat him personally.

"Well, you've been hanging around one for several weeks now, and you've run out of excuses." Bones took a longer sip from his drink, the familiar burn good and hot in his throat. "Monday morning, my office, or I'll have Jim revoke your duties until I see you."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George chuckled. "Sorry I had to be the one to end it then. Fucking plants."

"Yes sir! We'll swap sob stories and cry in each other's arms," George was highly amused by this idea.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Fucking Kirks... "I'm immune to the charm factor, George. I know it's potent stuff on most of the population, but it does nothing for me."

He turned in his seat, his eyes looking for someone in particular. Once his eyes found their target, Bones tuned back to George. "Are Winnie and the Admiral coming back on board with us?" he wondered.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

George smirked. "I doubt you're immune...you just found out there's substance behind the pretty smiles and laughing eyes. Makes it more and less potent, I htink. You should do a study on it."

"Far as I know, yeah, they are. At least for a bit. Makes me happy, honestly. Just..." George's smile shifted to a very honest one. "Happy."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"The cute shit - all those grins and all that crap he tosses around, smiling at people? Immune." Bones shook his head, looking back one more time at Jim. "Not remotely close to what I love about him," he answered without thinking.

He sighed, tilting his head at George. "So no one's going back to Earth, not yet." Hmmmm. "I'm glad for you, George." Still lots he wanted to talk about, but not here. Monday would be soon enough to pull and poke at the threads of that trio.

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"That's good to hear," George smiled. "IF you just want the image and not the reality...Trust me. It's not a good ride at all." His expression darkens at that and stays dark.

"Okay, I'm gonna sound really horrible for a minute here...but I think, even as clingy as I am...Winnie and Chris are going to have it harder when it's time for us three to separate again. Desptie everything...I was expecting to be on my own for large portions of time without them. Mind, plan was I'd be raising the boys but..."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones wouldn't have minded if Jim chucked the whole image out the window and left it there, but his charisma was a lot of what made Jim Jim, so he left that alone...

Fuck... McCoy told himself not to bring it all up, but George had opened the door, dammit.

"You could return back with them, George. People would understand you wanting to go home," he said quietly, really meaning 'Jim would understand. He wouldn't like it but he'd understand.'

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"No, I can't," George said gently shaking his head. "I've seen all of them, and...Chris can arrange his schedule, so he has time to intercept us at leaves, Winnie's gonna be on another ship, if I've any guess, and, Jim needs me, I think. Maybe, next five year tour, or whenever, I might kick off, but..."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Okay," he nodded, one question filed away and nodded, then smiled, sighing. I'm gonna admit to you, I'm really glad you feel that way."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"I wish Win could be assigned to the Enterprise on a purely selfish level but...personally, professionally, I'm far better off on the Enterprise," George had thought a lot about this. "Personally, I'd miss out on even more time with Jim if I got off it, and I hate that idea. Hate losing Win too...but..."

"And professionally? They'd stick me with a Captainship as soon as a new ship came off hte yard, and I have twenty five years of technology, history, discoveries to learn before I'm remotely ready for that."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Then I know you'll be welcomed with open arms on board," he said with an honest grin. "And, personally, I don't mind telling you that Jim's gonna be thrilled you're staying."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"I told him I would," George rolled his eyes lightly. "He's gonna have to kick me out the airlock to get me off the ship."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Circumstances changed recently," Bones replied, glancing at Chris and Winnie. "You might have reevaluated your position."

[kirk-george.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, they have a bit," George said. "But...not really in the way you're talking about. We have a lot of talking to do, a lot to get through but..." He shook his head. Even when he tried not to choose he still had to make choices. "Chris'll smooth things along for us."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Slowly making his way through the masses, Kirk glanced over to where his father and Bones were talking. What are they talking about... I have a feeling it's me. That brought a tiny smile to his lips, despite the fact that there was a lot going on that could have made everything very bad very quickly.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Cause that's what he does, fixes things for you, Bones replied, lifting an eyebrow at George. They were still acting as if they were all twenty-six. About to say more about it, he saw Jim heading their way. "Monday morning, yes? Better place to talk about all this."

When Jim was close enough, Bones reached out and touched his shoulder without thinking. "Want something from the bar?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Kirk said warmly, not seeming to mind in the least about the touch, "I probably should start on having something, right?" He grinned broadly, feeling great. Being with people like this was his element, and looking as handsome as anything (http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BOTg1Njc0MjQ0M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNDE4MjEy._V1._SX600_SY400_.jpg) all in black, he was a star of the night.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

That charm... Bones might have lied a tiny, little bit to George - Jim was fucking hot when he smiled like that, particularly when that look was directed at him. A strong urge inside him wanted to pull Jim next to him, wrap his arms around him here, in front of everyone, stare the entire bar down and tell them that this one was his...

But that wasn't part of their deal, he thought, reaching around and waving the bartender over again. Jim was going home with him, he reminded himself, no matter what else happened tonight. Handing him his drink, Bones caught his eye and held it a bit longer than really needed. "Your dad and I were talking about how much catching up he's gonna need to work on a starship," he lied blandly.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Yea?" Kirk murmured, watching Bones with a smile on his lips. He took a slow gulp of his drink, feeling it burn all the way down and preferring it that way. There was something dark in Bones' gaze; he wondered what it was. "Yea, he's gonna need to work at it but he's already fitting in."

A pause, then he tilted his head, "...Does that mean... he's planning to stay?" That wasn't hope in his voice. He couldn't let himself hope that.