[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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[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

"I think I have to talk to the Captain before I decide anything. Make sure I can stay, you know?" As for his own person-- "I'm trying to be, anyway. Thanks; I will."

It's not that he wanted the thing. Or needed it, really. He just wanted to be equal. He knew Hikaru would understand.

A waitress arrived with a drink, and he settled back to sip it.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

McCoy settled back as well, drinking slower now. "Yeah, talk to Jim. Work things out."

It's quiet a few minutes. "You all right, Harold?" he asked after a bit.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

That was a big question. Harold was getting asked those a lot, lately.

He was starting to feel Pavel's vodka and whatever this red shit was, too.

"No. Not entirely. There's stuff that's all right that wasn't before. Amazing stuff. Fucking-- awesome. Some things that seemed simple that aren't anymore, though. I don't even know what to do, now."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones started to laugh, a real loud belly laugh that went all the way inside him.

"Harold, you could have taken the words out of my mouth," he told him, giving him a warm smile to let him know he wasn't laughing at him. "Except that things are good for me right now. Feels good. But fuck, I don't know which way is up sometimes. Not sure if we'll ever get that settled inside."

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

The doctor's mirth settled Harold some. "I'm glad for you, man. Really, really glad. You can tell me more about it. You know-- if you want."

He figured someone else should get a chance to do some talking; Harold was painfully aware of how much of it he'd been doing himself, to pretty much anyone who would ask.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

McCoy shrugged, not knowing how much to say about what was going on with him and Jim...

"Um," he smiled, feeling strange about articulating this. "Seeing someone. It was an interesting week. Amazing, but..." He gave Harold a little shrug. "Hard to explain."

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

"Hah, I know the feeling. Good, though? Happy?"

He wondered if he could explain his own. Something about tonight compelled honesty.

"...I may or may not have created a threesome, man."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Very happy," he said quickly. "But different. Not what I expected, not what I thought it was going to be. But..." he said steadfastly, "gonna make it work." No matter what happens, he thought, his eyes not quite as bright as they were before.

His head tilted. "A threesome?" A smirk. "Are you a part of that group, or just the instigator?"

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

"I think I'm figuring out that it's never what you expect. And I believe you, man. I can see it on your face; you can do it." He nodded to himself, sipping.

"Part of it. I hope. Pavel and me-- It's something. Not love yet, but something. He looked at me, and he was looking at me, not someone who looked just like Hikaru. There's-- other things, in my head, but I think they're just random. Random shit."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Hmm... well Harold believed in him. That was something... but Bones knew that putting up with Jim's fucking around wasn't going to be easy. "Sometimes what we need isn't quite what we expected. Sure the fuck isn't for me."

"Wait -" he said, putting his drink down. "You and -Pavel, and Sulu?" McCoy leaned back in his chair, whistling. "That's one way of taking care of the problem, kid. Sulu alright with this?"

Bones was painfully aware of the threesomes that were popping up around him. He wondered, if push came to shove, how he'd react to that situation, Jim bringing someone into their relationship more permanently. He honestly just didn't know...

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

"Me, Pavel and Hikaru." Heh. It was a nice list. "I'm not sure it took care of the problem, but it's a start. Seems all right with it, anyway. How could he not be, considering?"


"What do you need, man?" Harold was getting bolder, now.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, the three of you," he nodded, chuckling. "It does seem to solve some of the bigger problems, doesn't it?"

McCoy looked up at Harold's question. It was so simple. What did he need?

An easy question. Why did it make him think so hard? He knew what he wanted... To know his daughter better. To know Jim was his and his alone. To stop feeling guilty about his father. To stop drinking so damned much.

But none of those were things he needed. His girl was safe and happy; he had Jim in his bed, at long last; the bad feelings were ebbing - some days he didn't even think about it at all; and - he looked down at the glass in his hand. He tossed it on the sand under their feet. "What do I need?"

Bones shook his head. "I'm pretty good right now, Harold. Really, its enough."

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

"Here's hoping," he muttered.

Harold risked a hand on McCoy's shoulder. "Fucking fantastic, man."


Tipping his own drink back, he downed it in one. Not much else to say, but the company was good.