@sarcastic-captain ( cont’d from x. )
Jim had had a shitty day filled with paper work, failed missions, and so many reports of the failed missions. So being the responsible adult he was, he decided to make it less shitty by drinking his favourite brand of whiskey. Admittedly it was a bad way to handle feelings, but Jim found himself not really caring as he sipped straight from the bottle.
Although Spock was probably not trying to be quiet, he still managed to startle Jim. He jumped a bit, but smiled wide at his friend. However, when Spock told him he was cutting him off, he began to pout.
“W-what!? Noooooo I-I…I-I-I” Jim took a deep breathe to stop his stuttering, but the exhale ended his a series of giggles. “You have funny ears. Did you know that? They’re so poooiiintyyy.” He drawled on with a giggle, reaching up a hand to try and poke Spock’s ear.
the cant of his chin, is followed by the tiniest of frowns; eyes, replete with the state of the captain. an alarming thing before him. Jim smells rich, peaty, with the scent of alcohol. a kind of estery taste on the air of his tongue as he regards him flatly. ❝ you are inebriated. ❞ obviously. because the less provoking version of simply being drunk, was apparently not enough.
Spock maneuvers from the hand approaching his ear. moving in side step to avoid the awkward touch and stand beside the other man, instead of in front of him. ❝ we should return you to your quarters. ❞ should, is spoken as a will. and as such the ( half ) vulcan’s hand curls around a wobbly back as the other grabs to cradle Jim’s hand around his own neck. sufficiently working to escort him the way there. he would hear nothing of it.
