[A Stupid Hot Mess] -- [Kirk and Bones]

[kirktastic]

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.

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Bones headed toward the location he'd been given, stopping in front of the door. He hated this, hated that he had to do this, hated that Kirk was putting him in the position of being the bad guys here.

But he had to do this, Bones reminded himself, hitting the code given to him and entering the room.

He walked over to where Kirk was already seated. "Hey," he said quietly, sitting down in a chair across from Kirk.