James T. Kirk

"Alive, man, and that ain't nothin'," he laughed. "Glad you're here."

He glanced around the room a couple of times, seeking two different faces. He found one; Scotty was being chatted up by a blonde woman and looked mostly okay.

The other he wasn't as familiar with and couldn't catch in the crowd. "Hoping to find the Captain at some point, actually. Need to run something by him. Let me know if you see him, okay?"

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"The Captain? I can do that." Pavel replied, he had to talk to him about something too, anyway. "He should be with many women, though, wery hard to miss!"

As Harold turned away slightly, seemingly ready to depart, Pavel reached out to grip Harold's arm, just to catch his attention.

"I..." Pavel almost flushed; why was he suddenly feeling like a silly schoolgirl with a crush? Or in this case, how he'd felt with before they'd gotten together. It was deja vu all over again. "I am glad you are here, too."

God, that sounded incredibly stale, he internally hit himself for it.

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He thrilled a little at the contact. He patted Pavel's hand, smiling kindly. "Thanks." He splayed fingers over the back of Pavel's, sliding them down and linking their hands.

"I'll find him later. Now? Hanging out with you." He'd still keep checking on Scotty, make sure the guy didn't bolt and wasn't cornered, but he could give Pavel attention for as long as Pavel wanted it. He'd take off when Pavel was ready, or when it seemed right.

He got another drink and downed it, doing his best to stifle the cringe.

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Feeling a little bold for a moment, his body betrayed his rational thought and Pavel brought Harold's fingers to his lips, giving the knuckles a quick kiss. Something about Harold made him feel...affectionate, a little more cuddly out in the open than usual. Pavel wondered if it was simply because being near Harold had rubbed some new habit off him.

"You are looking at someone ower there." Pavel noticed, following Harold's gaze to cadet Scotty from across the room. "Is this the younger Mr. Scott you hawe mentioned?" Then he squinted a little, trying to see past the thick crowd. "He seems a little nerwous, da?"

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The open affection made Harold goofily happy.

"I am, yes," he admitted without shame. "That's Scotty, yeah. It's his way, just how he is. Want him to be happy, have fun, all that. Looks like he might be succeeding, man. How cool is that?"

He enclosed their linked hands with his other one, holding Pavel.

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Pavel watched as Scotty kissed the hand of the woman, who he guessed was an older version of Nurse Chapel from sickbay, in greeting.

"Oh!" Pavel giggled as Scotty seemed incredibly flustered, appearing to try extremely hard to make up for his dishreveled appearance. "He is being wery chiwalr--chivlr--eh..."

Drat, tongue twister, now he was frustrated, dammit.

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"Dashing," Harold finished, giggling. He couldn't really get that word either. "Go Scotty," he said playfully. Why it didn't strike him the same way as Kirk had earlier was a complete mystery to him.

He shrugged it off, leaning in at Pavel. "Hi," he said, quirking an eyebrow, looking Pavel up and down with purpose.

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"No pool cue?" George asked, sliding to the other side of Harold after listening a moment to make sure it was Harold, and not HIkaru."

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"George," Harold whooped, grinning broadly. He pulled enough away from Pavel to wrap and arm around him, pulling George into a shameless hug. "Where the fuck have you been, man?" The question was affectionate.

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"Sir!" Pavel greeted gleefully, old habits did die hard. He extended his hand to shake with George's.

"Eh, 'George', right. You do owe me a rematch, da?" His eyes twinkled with playful challenge.

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George met Harold's hug was a hearty squeeze of his own, a smile busting out "Had a shitty experience at fishing, last two days."

"Sure do, Chekov. How'd you get mixed up with this troublemaker?" He glanced at Harold teasingly. "Took on half a bar, y'know."

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"Hey, man, you and me both! Did you run into a fishbirdthing too?"

He still held Pavel's hand, stroking fingers unashamedly. He didn't know Pavel knew George; the knowledge delighted him, and he planted a kiss on Pavel's forehead before turning back.

"I only took on a quarter of a bar, man. You handled the rest, you crazy fuck." He chuckled.

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"Ah, so it is you who helped Lee with the bar fight?" Pavel shot Harold a teasing look. He felt slightly flustered at Harold's sudden open affection in front of George, but if Harold could do it, so could Pavel.

He laced their fingers, tugging a bit at Harold's pinky. For now that seemed appropriate, Pavel didn't want to make George feel awkard, since he knew the man only slightly.

"He has a poor taste in enemies." Pavel told George with a grin before rolling his eyes. "The kind that take grudges wery, wery easily."

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"Yep. Offered to buy them a drink instead of fighting, but they weren't quite as interested," George explained. "So we started some ruckus and ducked out before the authorities came to calm things down." He grinned at the two of them. They were cute.

"You took care of it?" George asked Harold. "You look a bit beat up..." George had had the advantage of surfing with Bones the next day, so he got the kings treatment.

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"I didn't so much take care of it as got my ass dragged around while Pavel here did," Harold said, chuckling. Pavel's hand in his felt a simple kind of awesome.

"How have you been?" he directed at George. "I'm really glad I caught you. Hell, I'm pretty sure that's a big ship, and I don't even know your last name. I was afraid I might not see you again."

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"You need some combat lessons, Harold," George shook his head. "Talk to me when we're back on ship if you don't want to be tossed around by the security people...I think I can remember the basics."

"I've been good. Been reconnecting with a couple of lovers I lost a few years back, and hanging out with some new friends." He stealthily neglected to to mention his last name again. Liked having someone who didn't go weird on him.

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Combat-- lessons? Huh. "That's hard to turn down. I'll do that."

Harold raised eyebrows and nodded. "That's pretty wonderful, dude. I was hoping you were someplace having fun. I meant to thank you again, though." He patted his own leg unconsciously, the bundle of wood tied securely under his pants. "For the credits, for the room, everything."

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"You're gonna wind up bruised...and we'll have to see if we can't coordinate our shifts," George warned.

"Did some shopping, went surfing, and got attacked by a crazy ass plant," George listed. "Some fun, some not. What have you been up to besides fighting?"

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Shifts? Huh. He hadn't really considered that he'd have a shift.

"Fishing. Turns out-- there's this fish on Risa, yeah? If you piss it off? It flies out of the fucking water. Not only that, but if it slimes you, you get crazy, crazy high. You wouldn't believe--" He giggled, cutting himself off. "Also, fucking."

Awesome. Harold was feeling pretty free tonight. He didn't look over to see Pavel's reaction to dropping that little fact; he just grinned.

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At Harold's comment Pavel practically choked on his third shot of vodka. He coughed a little, smiled despite it all and mouthed an 'I'm okay' with a nervous smile. Thank you, Mr. Blunt.

Still, he passed it off and kept a straight face, observing Harold's conversation with the Kirk legend with interest. So Harold didn't know the man's last name? Pavel'd respect that, he wouldn't tell Harold unless the man asked.

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Harold smirked and gave Pavel a kiss on the cheek; he was damn cute when he was embarrassed. "Okay there?"

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Pavel gave Harold a look of mock annoyance, resuming trying to finish his shot. "Uh huh." He mumbled, shaking his head, the corners of his lips twitching upward in amusement.

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"Mine was a plant that got me so stoned I was barely blinking...for two days," George explained. "Not my best fishing experience."

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