[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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[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"I know." Kirk said with a small shrug, "I just..." He hesitated, then glanced away as if he was looking out to the ocean, "Just didn't want to see you alone."

Which was very true. He hated the idea of Spock being out here, alone, even if he wanted to be. If Spock didn't want him around, he'd stay long enough to finish his drink and go, but... well.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

The spoon was starting to touch into the actual drink part of the glass, still accompanied by whip cream and the drizzled chocolate syrup...and this was tasty, but dangerous. He had already had dinner in preparation for this evening, so he would not be as adversely affected, yet...yet, his internal clauses were already dropping off. Jim.

"Keeping apart from your singing, drinking, and general revelry does not necessarily mean I am 'alone.'"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"...I know, I know." Just giving Spock some open room conversationally. "Maybe I just wanted to come spend some time with you." Kirk said with a grin, looking back to the Vulcan.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Hardly. If he had more concentration he would question the honesty of that question a little further. There was plenty fun down at the bar and McCoy was down th........he didn't want to think of McCoy in any capacity tonight. Not after that pleasant sensation last night of--yes, stopping.

Spock spooned another bit of the shake--it wasn't really anything else, with this viscosity--into his mouth. "Are they enjoying themselves?" A small gesture down towards the bar, the crew, assembled across the beach.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Everyone is." Kirk informed, smiling, "You missed me learning to do the tango with Chapel... the one from the other universe. Jim did karaoke..." He winced, "And Harold is showing off his new uniform."

He took a long gulp of his drink, needing the burn of it all the way down to his stomach.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock glanced at him, watched him take that long gulp of his drink in a fashion that he didn't believe was entirely comfortable, but it wasn't like he was going to stop him. Jim had shoved a tall glass of chocolate in his hand--this wasn't the time to question drinking methods.

He took another spoonful. "You officially enlisted him, then." It was not a question. It was bound to happen, as with any and all people they couldn't return on their ship, except...another stop to that train of thought, too.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"He's different then a lot of the others on board. He doesn't want to go home and he's got nothing here to bind him. This way.. it makes him part of the crew. A family, I guess you could say. Plus, I needed a yeoman I clicked with." Kirk rubbed the back of his neck.

"My plan is for him, and George, to take the same technology classes... you know those ones from the academy for out-worlders and stuff? And I'll get a bunch of the basic stuff and have Harold go through them so he can pick a real track for himself."

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

It seemed reasonable enough--as reasonable as something would seem when he had already consumed this much chocolate in one evening, plain or accompanied by liquor. "At least you will not be occupied with so much paperwork," Or Spock wouldn't, as too-often happened when it came to deadlines, forms, Starfleet Command, and a very sleepy captain.

Then, after a moment and another spoonful, "...Jim. Are you certain this is a drink, and not a dessert?" What he really wanted to ask was why Jim wanted to intoxicate him, but he wasn't so sure that wouldn't spiral off into innuendos and sexual passes and, most of all, bringing up his forced voyeurism.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

The question made Kirk blink, and he nodded, "Really sure. You've never had a Mudslide before? Probably four shots in that drink alone." He gave a lazy grin, shrugging, "There's a shot of chocolate liqueur and some chocolate syrup, which shouldn't be too bad."

He leaned back in the seat he had taken up. "I don't know about Vulcans, but humans definitely have a long history of hanging out with their friends over drinks." He tried to keep it light, but he was curious how Spock would react to that statement. Friends.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

"Vulcans generally do not intoxicate themselves in order to enjoy company." He should stop, soon, but at the heart of this entire shore leave, he knew, was chiseling at the barriers between them. Spock would persevere through the chocolate offerings if it meant returning to the Enterprise as...less than a disappointment.

"Such as now. Though this is quite...delicious."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

It was a start, at least. "Glad I guessed right." Kirk smiled as he relaxed just a little bit more. "Last night of shore leave... surprised you didn't want to be with Uhura tonight. She was singing earlier... she has a beautiful voice." A pause, then a simply brilliant grin, "As I'm sure you know."

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

"I do," He agreed; he had attended her choral concerts, of course. Spock looked down into the glass, swirling the icy chocolate drink in circles with his spoon, perhaps to achieve some uniformity in its appearance. "And I did want to spend time with her."

But there was something to be said about being unable to look at certain people without imagining them nude, in various positions, or worse: having that associated itself with something he actually wanted to think about. That was ultimately the reason he was still drinking this shake and becoming intoxicated: so he could spare himself, for at least an evening, the lightning-bolt organization of his mind that juxtaposed 'his counterpart doing obscene things with the Doctor' and 'things he was planning to treat Nyota to.'

Spock took another spoonful.

"Yet I also believe she would like to enjoy the evening with the crew, at least for enough time to become acquainted with everyone present."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Did want to spend time with her? Meaning you changed your mind? Kirk thought to himself, frowning a little. He chewed the inside of his lip for a second before deciding to risk it, "She's definitely having fun but..." He tried to be diplomatic, and it came to him. "Why don't you find her near the end of the night?"

Yea, that would make sense, "Less people'll be around so you won't have to deal with so many, and I think she'd be happy if you at least came around to the party, even if briefly... even happier to walk home with you."

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

"I was considering that option." He slid the spoon in to the side of the glass, now that the consistency was even and the cream disappeared. Briefly, the glass was brought up so he could sip a little through the wide straw. The associations in his mind were still there, though not as boldly and without as much troubling feeling. "...and I will likely pursue it."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Good." He relaxed a little, "You should... she's a social animal," Oh definitely, with that singing earlier... oh, matter at hand, yes. "But she's obviously crazy about you."

Not many people would put up with Spock and his oddities otherwise, Kirk was fairly sure.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

There were a lot of things he wanted to say to that, as a matter of topic and opinion, but he was not so affected by the chocolate that it removed the guards between his thoughts and his mouth. He glanced at Kirk for a moment, saying nothing, and then took the straw by the neck and swirled it once around the glass.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

It was difficult, if not impossible, to read Spock. He squeezing his fingers together briefly, then sighed a little to himself. More of his drink vanished down his throat before he said quietly, "Hey, look, Spock... sorry. I know you don't like me prying into your private affairs." Figuring that was what Spock was upset about.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock allowed himself to feel amused at Kirk's discomfort. It wasn't an easy feat to accomplish, given that there was hardly anything that offended him and less that he didn't want to talk about that didn't overlap with his own tough subjects.

"Do not apologize, Jim. You are not 'prying'--your opinion is quite valid."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Still liked when Spock called him Jim. It was like a mini-Victory.

"Well, thanks, I think." Kirk offered a sort of lazy grin in return, "So what had you here," A gesture to the nightclub behind them, "If you didn't want to be with everyone," A point down the way where the crew's party was happening, "There?"

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

"The simple fact that if they or I do anything embarrassing, we will not have to face each other in the near or probable future." Another idle stir through the drink with the straw. "That is generally what happens at those functions, unless their memories have been skewed by outside forces." Like flowing alcohol and recreational drugs, neither of which Spock liked to indulge in, ignoring the mudslide he was holding in his hand at the moment. Bartenders generally didn't understand your requests when you asked for liquid chocolate or some similar derivative.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

[ http://chasingthewinds.livejournal.com/327055.html -- Go read it ]

Kirk eyed Spock in silence. Bullshit, he said in his mind. There was something more, something Spock isn't telling him, but it probably isn't his place to ask. "Guess so." He said in a tone that called bullshit without saying it.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

In contrast, Jim wasn't the hardest person to read, no matter the chocolate syrup and the half-bar. If it wasn't in his tone, then it was in his use of words, agreeing-but-not-really. "If you have a theory of your own, you are welcome to share it." Spock took a sip of the shake again.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"If I did, I would have said it." Kirk said with a small shrug, meaning it. He wasn't sure exactly what he was calling bullshit on, just a mental nudge that was tell--

It was one of the very few times he realized that what he had told another Spock all together was true. Intuition.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Another sip. The drink was now well on its way to the halfway mark of the tall glass. "...when I am finished with this drink," And sufficiently intoxicated. "We may both join the festivities. At the very least you should return, as the captain and host."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"I'm not captain or host tonight." Kirk dismissed the thought with a hand, "Tonight, I'm just Jim. That's all I want to be. I'll be Captain tomorrow." He studied Spock in silence, the pale skin lit up by the lights from below on the boardwalk. So similar and yet so different then the very same-not-same man he had done lovely dirty things with only the night before.

He felt close to Spock, the other Spock, but this one he still felt millions of miles apart.