for ZEX, it's time to par-tay

[bornsnarky]

[standing at the bar, yanking on the collar of this damn dress uniform]

[reeeeeeally hoping these Thraddash people don't approach me, surely there're enough interesting people around here that I can just get convivially drunk with Scotty and ZEX and Uhura]

[I can see Jim in the corner being all charming and shit, and there're a couple more being entertained by Chekov and Gaila, excellent, maybe I can get out of this formal reception with my sanity relatively intact]

[then a gravelly voice behind me says he'll buy me a drink]

[...turning]

Ah. Um. Thanks, I guess. I'm Leonard McCoy.


[he says he knows]

Comments

[zexyandiknowit]

We shall see about that. [Soclose]

What sort of questions will these be, incidentally? I may be able to pull up supplemental materials.

[bornsnarky]

Oh, all the standard stuff we need to know about new species.

Favourite colour, and so forth.

[zexyandiknowit]

[Sneeerk]

What color are your eyes, again? [Peers]

[bornsnarky]

[stays obediently still apart from a tiny little tipsy waver]

Brown.

[zexyandiknowit]

Oh, come now. Hazel, at least.

[bornsnarky]

[snorts] Muddy, boring, brown.

[quite proud of that fact]

[zexyandiknowit]

[Pshaaaw]

Luminescent hazel orbs.

[bornsnarky]

[blinking at you]

Oh, c'mon. Bloodshot mud brown eyes.

[zexyandiknowit]

Just because you enjoy the rustic does mean that you must apply the same standards to yourself.

The mossy green of ancient trees, catchlight dancing in hazel dress.

[bornsnarky]

[...staring at you for a long moment]

[a grin]

Obviously the only way I can shut you the hell up is if you can't look at my damn eyes.

[resting my tired, somewhat drunken head on your shoulder]

[zexyandiknowit]

Such wisdom, friend doctor.

[Allows, obviously. Maybe wraps his arm around McCoy but whatever]

[bornsnarky]

Well, you're clearly delusional, and this is outside office hours. I can't deal with it professionally.

[zexyandiknowit]

So instead, humor the delusion for now, yes?

Goodness, my glass is dry.

[bornsnarky]

You'd make a good doctor.

[reaching forward over the bar to snag a bottle]

This do? It's... it's green.

[zexyandiknowit]

Do you like green? For curiosity's sake.

[bornsnarky]

[laughs] You better believe it.

[zexyandiknowit]

Oh, good.

Yes, I would like to drink half of this entire bottle.

[bornsnarky]

Green's a damn good colour.

Colour of grass, after all.

[may be slightly tipsier than I'd realised]

[zexyandiknowit]

[Pouring McCoy some because ZEX always makes great decisions]

It is, isn't it? On Earth, at least.

[bornsnarky]

[bottoms up]

Yes! What colour's grass on your planet? Do you have grass?

[zexyandiknowit]

We do indeed have grass. It is a purplish-blue, however. The seaweed is green, though deeper, and I have more experience with it.

[bornsnarky]

Huh. Mm. You have seaweed experience?

Bet it's not like your green. You're green like... like crayons.

[zexyandiknowit]

I was born underwater, and so... yes. Seaweed experience.

Thank you. I do not know what a crayon is. They are green?

[bornsnarky]

Another thing I should note. Awesome!

Yeah, they're things you draw with? Especially if you're a cute little tyke... they come in all colours. Jo does me drawings sometimes of the park outsidea Atlanta, where I take her, and her green crayon ain't quite right for the grass there but it's close. And it's better, because it's brighter, and it makes me think of her even more strongly, though I know that's kinda dumb.

It's the same shade as that patch along your shoulders.

[zexyandiknowit]

[...Can't... handle these feelings]

...I am happy beyond words to hear this. [DRINKS. Then,] Atlanta?