James Tiberius Kirk

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"I think that’s the best medical advice you’ve ever given me." Jim teased, letting his head roll back on the wall before taking more from the bottle. If he drank any faster, he’d lose all his taste buds- though, that may have been the point. Wait… Yeah, that was the point. Holding the bottle back out to bones, the captain grinned. “We should do this more often." They really shouldn’t. At least, not under these circumstances.

"Like you’re going to start listening to me now." Bones rolls his eyes, taking the bottle and taking a sip out of it, eyes watering as he hands it back. Unknowingly, he echoes Jim’s thoughts. “We really shouldn’t. Not with this swill, at least. I have better stuff in my quarters we could drink."

"Aw, come on, on Bonesy." Bonesy? ... "It's fun-" Really? "It's like camp!" You were kicked out of every summer camp in Iowa, don't even start. "Yeah, this kind of tastes like it was made in a prison toilet..."

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"I’m going to take that as a compliment." A half smile crepts it’s way across the sandy blonde’s features. Taking the bottle in hand, he took another swig off of it and the smile quickly disappeared. He was right, this tasted like a blended tribble. Oh, god. What if they blended a tribble, that would be awful..

Bones rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t intended to be one, you idiot." Despite the word, there’s still a small smile on Bones’ face, and he laughs, folding his legs in. He’s definitely feeling the three sips he had earlier. “Drink faster, it’ll make e’rything taste better."

"I think that's the best medical advice you've ever given me." Jim teased, letting his head roll back on the wall before taking more from the bottle. If he drank any faster, he'd lose all his taste buds- though, that may have been the point. Wait... Yeah, that was the point. Holding the bottle back out to bones, the captain grinned. "We should do this more often." They really shouldn't. At least, not under these circumstances.

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"What? They wouldnt do that everyone loves me." Jim nodded a few times before leaning against the nearest wall and sliding down to take a seat. Why stand when there’s a floor? “Besides, it does it’s job."

"Of getting you drunk just because?" He moves until he’s kneeling in front of Jim, adjusting so his hips don’t hurt (he’s an old man, okay, come on), and holds the bottle out towards Jim after taking another sip, feeling it burn going down his throat. “Everybody does love you, but you’re also the ship’s biggest practical jokester."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment." A half smile crepts it's way across the sandy blonde's features. Taking the bottle in hand, he took another swig off of it and the smile quickly disappeared. He was right, this tasted like a blended tribble. Oh, god. What if they blended a tribble, that would be awful..

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"I got it from the boys down in engineering." He noted, running a hand over his hair. “They called it -" The younger man stopped to think about it. “Something not in English." Which actually explained a lot.

"Sure they weren’t playin’ a trick on you?" Bones eyes the stuff critically, then shrugs and takes another sip. With luck, in another few drinks (if he can stomach the stuff), he won’t be able to taste it at all.

"What? They wouldnt do that everyone loves me." Jim nodded a few times before leaning against the nearest wall and sliding down to take a seat. Why stand when there's a floor? "Besides, it does it's job."

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"Here, have some of mine-" If anything, he was a generous captain. Holding the bottle back out to his friend he offered a half smile.

"Thanks." Bones knocks back a drink, disengaging himself from Jim’s hands, and grimaces as the stuff hits the back of his throat. It tastes like rubbing alcohol. “What the hell are you drinkin’, kid?" 

"I got it from the boys down in engineering." He noted, running a hand over his hair. "They called it -" The younger man stopped to think about it. "Something not in English." Which actually explained a lot.

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"No, somebody sounds awesome. Somebody being me." With an adamant nod, he dropped his gaze. “I don’t need a reason. Maybe I didn’t go out with a landing party today and maybe I didn’t see an ensign get swallowed up by the ground. The world may never know."

Bones sighs, and reaches out for the bottle, handing it back to him. “An’ maybe you need another drink. Or another few. An’, hell, maybe you better share, ‘cause I’m startin’ to feel a headache come on an’ I might need the alcohol."

"Here, have some of mine-" If anything, he was a generous captain. Holding the bottle back out to his friend he offered a half smile.

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"You’re just ditching me for the doppelgänger aren’t you?" The Captain huffed and shook his head. On occasion, he was a five year old and by on occasion, I mean a lot.

"Somebody sounds jealous." He grins and takes a step back, tugging on Jim’s wrist. “No, I’m just worried for your well-being. Why’re you drunk in th’ first place?"

"No, somebody sounds awesome. Somebody being me." With an adamant nod, he dropped his gaze. "I don't need a reason. Maybe I didn't go out with a landing party today and maybe I didn't see an ensign get swallowed up by the ground. The world may never know."

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"I was going to, but then-" Jim trailed off and offered him the bottle. “This much."

Bones takes the bottle, setting it down beside him on the table, and claps his hands on Jim’s. “Yeah. Bedtime for you, kid."

"You're just ditching me for the doppelgänger aren't you?" The Captain huffed and shook his head. On occasion, he was a five year old and by on occasion, I mean a lot.

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"That- is a good question." A pause. “Both excellent questions I will answer.. With another question. Why are you not drinking with me?"

"Because you never asked?" He chuckles. “An’ it already looks like you’re gonna cut yourself off soon. How much alcohol do you have left?"

"I was going to, but then-" Jim trailed off and offered him the bottle. "This much."

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"Bones-" Moving closer to his friend, he placed both hands on his face. “I know something you dont know… Well.. You know, you just don’t know, I know." Oh, if only George could see him him… He’d be so.. Proud isn’t the right word..

He freezes. “If you knew something I didn’t know, why would I know it, kid?" Bones blows out a gusty sigh. “How much’ve you had to drink?"

"That- is a good question." A pause. "Both excellent questions I will answer.. With another question. Why are you not drinking with me?"

"All the songs in the world, an’ you pick that one?" Bones grumbles, catching Jim’s gaze, and folds his arms. “You’re disturbin’ the peace, that’s what you’re doin’."

"Bones-" Moving closer to his friend, he placed both hands on his face. "I know something you dont know... Well.. You know, you just don't know, I know." Oh, if only George could see him him... He'd be so.. Proud isn't the right word..

“Affirmative.” In his own hands he held a PADD, which he held up however kept to himself. “If I am not interrupting, I require your signature, Captain.” He explained. 

Normally, he would’ve just reached over and signed it; but on more than one occasion, he found himself signing off on things he probably should’ve read more carefully. “Sure, what is it?” Setting his device aside, he sat up, giving the other man his attention. 

“There is an experiment which myself and a few ensigns wish to carry out regarding heat.” Spock explained, holding out the device out. “The bases of the experiment is explained, if you wish to read.” 

"Hat, huh?" Taking the PADD in hand, Jim began scrolling through the summary Spock had written for him. He skimmed through the explanation until he got to the end. It would've taken too long to read completely. "I dont see why not." What's the worst that could happen? Signing the touch screen directly, he held it back out to his first officer. "Anything else?

ARIAAA~ {host club au}

Aria rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, “Maybe, I don’t know…” she trailed off. She wasn’t totally opposed to going but then again it wouldn’t exactly do her much to go somewhere like that anyway. Unless she was studying abroad or something. As if she’d ever be able to afford something like that anyway.

"I can already see it-" He started, snatching a travel magazine from the table beside them. "Brunch at the Eiffel tower, we'll get you a beret for every day of the week." Flipping through the pages, he pointed out pictures of touristy things he's never had the chance to do. "And we can go sight seeing."