James T. Kirk (
kirktastic) wrote2009-11-24 09:18 pm
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[A Stupid Hot Mess] -- [Kirk and Bones]
After the communication with Bones, Kirk already knew this was going to not go well. He had left a last note to Bones, giving him the location of a small lounge near the residential area. It was supposed to be for ambassadors, but hell, he was Captain. He could use it, and he could lock it down.
He also knew the replicator had access to the alcoholic menu.
He flopped down with a grunt into a heavily padded chair and closed his eyes. His left hand was throbbing slowly in time with his heart beat, and he told it to leave him alone. This was the absolute last thing he ever wanted to be doing.
And Bones was forcing him to. Fuck.
He also knew the replicator had access to the alcoholic menu.
He flopped down with a grunt into a heavily padded chair and closed his eyes. His left hand was throbbing slowly in time with his heart beat, and he told it to leave him alone. This was the absolute last thing he ever wanted to be doing.
And Bones was forcing him to. Fuck.
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Camping and fishing and sleeping under the stars and not seeing another soul for miles and miles... it might not have been everyone's ideal way of spending the holidays, but it was perfect for them.
"Funny how things change in a year." Bones gave him a measured glance, a hint of a smile. "Some good changes too, though."
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They had learned how to gut and cook fish on their second Christmas together, after an attempt on the first one had gone... less then well.
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"No more after this." Kirk muttered, tilting the glass to indicate what he meant. He didn't want to be entirely sober honestly, but he was the captain and he wouldn't let himself get soused. "Probably medicate ourselves with this a little too much. Makes talking about this shit easier."
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After a minute he explained with a small shrug. "He's um, worried about me. Thinks I drink too much."
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Bones gave a little sigh. "I wasn't in the best shape while you two were gone."
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Turning the tables, making Bones realize he wasn't allowed to do this either, specially if he couldn't get away with it. It was something Kirk was good at, and everyone hated him for it.
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He took a deep breath and stared back at Kirk. "You got something to say to be about my drinking, then say it. You say don't like 'what -if's' so don't throw them back at me."
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