captain_jtkirk | .049 - I'm sorry for all of the privates

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.049 - I'm sorry for all of the privates

So I was thinking about it today. And I think that if we ever went to a planet of unicorns, that would be really cool.

Even if they won't come anywhere near me.

[Private to Dick]

You owe me being pathetic on your couch.

[Private to Shego]

CES?

[Private to Tosh]

I think we both need a drink.

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Yours. [HERS IS KIND OF A MESS AND FULL OF MEMORIES. SOB.] When works for you?

[What. His room is full of the memories and mess too :c]

Now?

[Memories of the beloved colleague you melted with irradiated coolant? No. Tosh wins. :|]

Now is absolutely perfect. Imagine that.

[But it actually takes her like ten minutes to brush her hair and teeth and put on clean clothes in what is the biggest instance of giving-a-shit-how-she-looks in the last couple of weeks. Then she goes and knocks on his door.]

Edited 2011-10-05 19:14 (UTC)

[That is a lot of effort to put into going to see someone that will probably boink you no matter what.

Jim goes to let her in, offering her a beer right after he opens the door.]

[Yeah, and now the lingering effects of toothpaste will make the beer taste all weird. Still, she offers a faint smile as she accepts the bottle and comes inside.]

Thank you.

"If you want something stronger than that, I still have some Andorian Ale left."

"I don't think I'm up for any challenges of tolerance today." She sipped her beer and watched him for a moment. "How are you, Jim?"

Jim laughed a little bit, but not in any happy sort of way. "I'm alright. I hate it when they pop up with no warning sometimes."

Tosh offered a humourless, rather bitter smile to match. "No warning and no memory."

"With deals that revolve around your imminent death."

She was silent for a moment, then offered a tight little smile. "If someone had done that for me, I wouldn't be here. You're lucky."

"I'd be here anyway. I have an Inmate to graduate."

"Still. It's nice that someone is looking out for you, so it's not your only choice."

"Yeah." And kind of unnerving because holy shit, Bones must care about him. "Owen say why he's here?"

"I haven't asked." Or spoken to him at all. "I assume for the same reason that I am."

You are one classy bitch, Tosh. "You gonna be okay?"

She shrugged. "It's not an issue. I have to be, so I will be."

"If you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here."

Her smile was smaller but more genuine. "Thank you."

She lifted her bottle. "To...unexpected guests?"

Jim tipped his bottle to tap hers lightly and took a drink. "Next time let's toast to your legs. I still am really fond of them."

She chuckled. "It's almost as if you had ulterior motives in inviting me here, Jim." Her tone made it entirely clear that she didn't mind.

"Would that really upset you?"

"Not in the least. As it happens, your legs aren't terrible either."

"It's the pants. Starfleet makes them abnormally tight."

"Well, it's nice of them to spare me from having to use my imagination."

.049 - I'm sorry for all of the privates

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