captain_jtkirk

"He called you - " She screwed up her face for a moment. "Well, whatever. At least he came through."

"He should've come through a month ago." Kirk was just never going to let that go.

"...I know. You want a drink? I figure I can leave you alone for two minutes since I fixed the security." She was probably joking but her tone was so dry it was hard to tell.

"I'm not really interested in the nanomites anyway," Kirk shot back at her in the same kind of tone. "I'd love a drink."

She poured two shots of vodka and brought them back into the living area, setting them both down on the coffee table before she dropped neatly onto the couch.

"So. Do we have to have the 'us' talk before we can get on with our lives?"

Kirk sat down next to her after a moment, swiping one of the shots. "Probably, yes."

"Okay." She picked up the other glass, stared at it hopelessly for a moment and then just threw back the whole thing because she needed the edge off ASAP for this conversation. "...okay. The whole - exclusive, boyfriend-girlfriend thing. Doesn't have a future, for us, so much. Right?"

Jim did the same thing because he didn't like talking about relationships any more than she did. And if he was being completely honest, he didn't think they'd ever had a real future in the first place because he was going back to Enterprise someday and she... probably wasn't. He'd never be able to give up the ship, he knew that.

"Right."

"Right." She drummed her fingertips on her knee. "So that just....stops. And you can do whatever with whoever."

"That is what happens when people break up, I think."

She pouted. "Hey, if there's a manual for how to do this right then go ahead and point it out to me. The last and only time I 'broke up' with somebody I totally wussed out and said we were on a break, remember?"

"I just got left here, so I'm not really an expert either," Kirk pointed out.

"Mmph." She stared at their empty glasses and wished she'd brought the bottle back out with her. "Nothing else has to change, right?"

"Right," Jim answered, thinking that she was talking about their friendship and not much else.

"Great." She fidgeted for a moment. "Well, that was....painless?"

Although breaking up was apparently easier when the other party had already tanked the relationship by being a thieving, lying jerk while in the midst of an emotional crisis.

"I can cry if you want?" He offered with a shrug. "Or get really drunk?"

"I'm not complaining, Jim. Eesh, what kind of sadist do you think I am?"

"I'm back to Jim now, huh? Big day."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, it's a real event. Try not to get too excited, Cap'n."

Kirk smiled a little bit anyway. "Too late. Is there an offer for a second drink in the air?"

"Yeah, sure." She jacked a thumb in the general direction of the kitchen. "You know where my stash is. Bring back the bottle."

"You really need to get something besides straight vodka, by the way," Kirk said even as he got up to go get it because it was better than nothing. When he brought it back, he handed the bottle off to her to pour herself something first.

"Why? I like vodka." She topped up both their glasses, taking a more circumspect sip this time. "And I notice you're still drinking it, sport."

"Begging mean no choice and all that," Kirk picked up his glass and sniffed at it. "Scotch is better."

"Untrue." She took another little sip. "You doing anything tonight?"

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