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]

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[bornsnarky]

So it's not malicious to go around kidnapping perfectly innocent doctors who're never gonna come to one of these goddamn diplomatic events ever again?

[zexyandiknowit]

Not to them.

And I wish you would. I like your formal uniform on you.

[bornsnarky]

I'll never fucking understand some people.

[GRUMBLING] All right, all right, I won't cry off all of them for eternity.

[...]

...thanks.

[zexyandiknowit]

Hee. ♥

[And, because apparently adrenaline makes ZEX reckless:] After I freshen up, would you care to dance?

[bornsnarky]

[grins, clinks glass]

What the hell. Someone in as pretty an outfit as yours, who just defended my honour? It'd be my pleasure.

[zexyandiknowit]

[khafkjs if ZEX could blush, man]

Wonderful. One moment, then--the Thraddash should not give you any more trouble.

[They will, however, clap you on the back and basically be enormous bros. ZEX goes to the restroom and notices how he's practically falling out of his dress, WHOOPS]

[bornsnarky]

[what is my life]

[zexyandiknowit]

[Gonna, uh, zip myself back in]

[The Thraddash are going to drink all the beer now probably]

[bornsnarky]

[I'm on water and may not drink alcohol again for a good... hour]

[zexyandiknowit]

[Oh you poor thing O(]

[Eventually makes his way back to McCoy's side] Hello, again. ♥

[bornsnarky]

['tis a hard life, mine]

You clean up pretty good.

[zexyandiknowit]

[ajfkhelkj FLUSTERED AGAIN??]

I--thank you! As do you, one cannot help but notice. [Offers arm] Shall we?

[bornsnarky]

[I'm still kinda dazed and confused, but feeling extra impressed by you right now because holy crap]

Enh, it's too tight around the coll- nevermind. Thank you.

[takes]

[zexyandiknowit]

Mmmm, I see. [Gonna feel up yo' neck, now] More for appearance than comfort, yes?

[To the dance floor with our mad selves]

[bornsnarky]

[swatting at you amiably when you tickle me, but otherwise letting you fuss at me]

Yeah, pretty much.

[I haven't really danced since Joss, but thank fuck there's no one around smart enough -- including me -- to put that together]

[I'm rusty, but competent enough, Mother sent me to all the dance lessons when I was a teenager]

[zexyandiknowit]

[Laughs and slips easily into following, regardless of height difference]

[bornsnarky]

[keeping up a low rumble of chatter as we move]

[takes me a while to realise how comfortable this is with you, how easy]

[zexyandiknowit]

[Sways and talks animatedly with McCoy, keeping v. close and obviously enjoying himself]

[Takes a second to throw a balled-up napkin at a hooting Thraddash, but these things happen]

[bornsnarky]

[laughing, burying my face in embarrassment in your neck for a moment]

Y'know, I don't mind if you want to lead for a while.

[zexyandiknowit]

[Shivers just a bit at that, but laughs as well]

I cannot promise I will not dip you.

[bornsnarky]

Oh, jeez. Well, I do owe you.

[zexyandiknowit]

[Pfft, little squeeze about McCoy's middle]

Not so much that I would do so in front of the Captain. I will save this threat for later.

[Switchin' to lead, v. accustomed to leading dudes who aren't used to following]

[bornsnarky]

[tiny wheeze]

Sheesh, you think he won't give me grief already?

[much more awkward, but adjusting to it easier than I would with most people]

[zexyandiknowit]

[Takin' it slow]

I know he will, the silly man. I had hoped for a small mercy, really.

[bornsnarky]

[easing into it]

Nah, you know Jim. Action man, not a bad diplomat, smart kid, emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.