[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]

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.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

One indication that the chocolate was starting to affect his mind was his first thought in response to Jim's comment. Something that could quite possibly be an innuendo about how he wouldn't mind him being captain tonight--but, luckily, it died before it even got to his throat.

He eyed his hand for a moment, and then looked out towards the ocean again. In the background, he could hear snippets of other conversations, music from down below, chatter from the boardwalk. "...then what would you prefer to do, as Jim?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

A lot of answers came to mind, 99% of them inappropriate. Jim hesitated before choosing one with a small grin, "How 'bout taking a walk? It's out last night on Risa, and who knows how long it'll be before I get to be at the ocean again."

For him, he had not drank all that much, but he was definitely feeling the edges of its affects. The loose, light headed, generally good feeling.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

He took a drink through the straw, a long one, because there was an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach not born out of the alcohol or the chocolate, and the cold of the ice cream worked like a soothing balm. When he was done, the drink was all but done, whipped cream and chocolate syrup residue clinging to the sides of the glass with just a small bit left at the bottom. Spock left it that way to avoid the indignity of sucking air through the straw and that childish noise it made. The glass chinked as he set it aside on the bench, and he looked over to Jim.

"Let us walk."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Ridiculously pleased that Spock agreed, Kirk stood up, slammed back the rest of his drink, and put it down. "Come on, I saw the beach beyond the bar's basically empty." He gave Spock a look, one that some people might have called 'come hither', then grinned before walking through the crowd back to the stairs, and out into the night air properly.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Rather grateful that the floor hadn't started to move like it did the last time he had consumed an entire milkshake in less than an hour, Spock followed him out. He, not for the first time this evening, wished he had brought his one of his coats with him, though the lingering cool of the evening on the beach was tolerable, for now.

The walk to the beach was enough to make him question his decision, regardless of whether it was over and done with. The sand shifting under his shoes seemed to bring to life the shaky ground he always felt he was treading on with Jim, a reluctant inner acknowledgment not helped by the fact Jim was right there, looking friendly and oblivious and too utterly human.

At least, he also noticed, the walk was putting the tourists and the crew behind them. Spock could hear the surf hitting the shore.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

The roll of the ocean made his nerves calm. Kirk stopped only long enough to remove his sneakers and socks, tucking them off to the side so he could pick them up later. He wriggled his toes in the sand, then grinned to Spock before walking along again. "Like the feel of it." The wet sand was still warm under his feet.

He walked along beside Spock, shoving his hands into his pockets as they walked along the shore. "...last night before we return to the ship. To our duties, to the stars." Not said in a sad way, but definitely excited.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock had no preference for the feel of the sand or not, so he kept his shoes on and stayed out of the water. His hands folded neatly behind his back as he walked with Jim. "Was this leave adequate for you?"

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

A tiny smirk, "More then adequate. I think we all needed this. Just.. a chance to get to know the new people on the ship and for them to get adjusted... people to have fun."

To get my mind fucked out of me. Kirk smirked to himself.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Fun. He knew exactly what kind of 'fun' Jim had indulged in and he had almost, almost pushed it from his mind before he brought up again. And looking immensely pleased, too. "...of course," He said slowly, barely a breath of a pause between the two syllables.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

A glance over at Spock's tone, blinking a little, "...Something wrong, Spock?" He asked a bit unsurely, not understanding the slight change that meant a big one in terms of Vulcans.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

He pondered, staring into the sand, whether or not he should allude to his knowledge of Jim's escapades, whether it would throw him off completely or entice him (and then proceeded to question which result he would prefer, and subsequently berated himself mentally). With a glance back at him, "I have ingested more chocolate than I am accustomed to," It wasn't an outright lie. "Pardon any falter of mine as a consequence of that."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"How much did you have tonight?" So it was true! Spock... Vulcans got inebriated by chocolate! His eyes went wide for a moment as he realized just what that meant. The dream... it was true. It had happened.