captain_jtkirk | .013 - lol he still didn't miss you Barge

Kirk! Welcome back!

Hey you, you old yet?

...You know, if being old means I'm allowed to get really drunk or something, then today I could be.

[TIME FOR SERIOUS FACE]

What's wrong?

[NOT THE SERIOUS FACE!]

...It's kind of a long list. I'm just glad you're back.

You know, I've never been a fan of a legal drinking age.

I have a bottle of vodka I took from Shego if you are interested.

I think I'm legal in Canada and Europe anyway. Is there an international drinking age? I'm probably good. ...Not that that matters.

[Oh, this is such a bad idea, Cissie. But she's not sure she cares. She dealt with her mother today.]

You know, I think I am.

[Kirk always supports alcohol in relation to mothers.]

I think you can start drinking in the womb in Russia.

I'll meet you at your room.

Great. I'll be here.

[And Kirk is there in ten minutes, vodka in hand as he knocks on her door.]

[Cissie opens the door for him. She was crying earlier, but she looks less miserable now, and she's got Tiberius the kitten in the crook of one arm. She smiles.] Hey you.

"This my namesake?" [Kirk pointed at the cat while offering her a hug at the same time.]

It is. [You get a hug and a kitten shoved at you, Kirk. And a cheeky grin.] Meet Tibs. Did you have a good vacation?

[Kirk is definitely a dog person but he pets the cat anyway.]

"I did. We went back to our homes for a bit. It was nice to check in with Enterprise for a bit."

[As long as he pets him, Cissie's happy. Once the door's shut, she puts the kitten down and lets him run to hide under her bed the way he likes to do when people visit.] I bet. What's it like, the Enterprise?

[Kirk raises a slight eyebrow at that cat running under the bed before turning his focus back to Cissie.] "It's only amazing. She's my baby. It's hard to describe since I'm sure you've never been on a starship before."

[Cissie smiles and goes to sit on the bed, folding her legs under her. She likes hearing him talk about the Enterprise; it obviously makes him happy.] Actually, I have. I mean, it wasn't much of a ship, but there was a war. I was a field medic. [...And it's only slightly less weird to tell Kirk this than other people.]

"Really?" [Kirk doesn't mean to sound so shocked. He just has long assumed that anyone not enlisted in Starfleet is from his past and starships are beyond them.]

"I didn't know you were a medic."

[The shock doesn't surprise her; frankly, anyone not connected to the Justice League or in Lex Luthor's superhero army or however that story worked, god, comics didn't exactly have access to that kind of technology. Cissie shrugs.]

It was really just the once, but I had the training, so I had to something. Martha's letting me help in the infirmary now, though.

[She pauses.] What do you know about superheroes?

"They wear their underpants outside their tights?"

[She laughs.] Technically, I think it's armor. But I'm guessing they're not exactly around where you're from?

"Not outside of comic books and stuff like that." [Jim narrows his eyes at her slightly.] "Why?"

They're real where I'm from. Some of them have powers, and some of them don't, like Batman, Green Arrow... That's--I used to do that. For a while.

"No shit?" [Kirk smiled suddenly.] "What's your secret code name?"

[She laughs and blushes a little. That's not the reaction she's used to getting when she shares this.] Uh, I was Arrowette. It was--wasn't there going to be vodka? It was my mother's code name first.

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