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]

Lovely.

[TO THE BAR]

[bornsnarky]

[tossing back several bourbons]

[would pour them in each ear if it'd get me pleasantly buzzed faster]

[zexyandiknowit]

[Also drinking a fair amount]

[It's been a weird evening]

[bornsnarky]

[warning youuu] I'm checking you out when we get out of here.

[zexyandiknowit]

[Double entendres DOUBLE ENTENDRES]

What, sorry?

[bornsnarky]

Injuries. I know you're not screaming in pain or anything, but you took some pretty big hits.

[zexyandiknowit]

Oh--yes, I suppose I did. Nothing is broken, I am fairly sure, but still--thank you for reminding me.

[bornsnarky]

[there's something under your words but hell if I know what it is]

Well, I know how you move well enough to know you're not in great pain, but I want to be sure you're all right.

[zexyandiknowit]

Hee. ♥

[Sips his drink~]

[bornsnarky]

Should probably start pumping you dry of data, too, really. You may not be the only VUX crewperson we ever get in Starfleet.

[zexyandiknowit]

[Well THAT'S a weird thought. Hesitantly:]

Perhaps not! I encourage you to... [pump me for as long as you like] ask whichever questions you may have.

[bornsnarky]

[not liking how tense you are, but otherwise it's all good]

Thanks, ZEX. I'll set up some appointments for us.

[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]