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]

Other than our usual lunches, you mean? I look forward to it.

It is not as if spending time with you is a chore, you know? There is no reason to thank me for remorselessly taking up your time. [Nudges McCoy with a hip]

[bornsnarky]

That's not work.

[another drink why yes I think I shall]

[nudges back comfortably] If I'm the one asking, I can deal with your remorselessness, really.

[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?