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[captain_jtkirk]

Anyone want to get a drink?

[Private to Sulu + Shego ; separately]

Can I talk to you?

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[lastrat]

[It's still kind of novel to let himself into the pub. He scans the room when he enters, spots Kirk and takes the time to grab a beer as well - which he really shouldn't have, but he doesn't really care - before heading over to slide into the seat across from Jim.]

Cheers, [he says as he pops the top off.]

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[captain_jtkirk]

To what? [But Kirk lifts his bottle for a moment anyway before taking a drink.]

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[lastrat]

A bad week. [Because that's when you drink most deeply.]

What happened?

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[captain_jtkirk]

[Try a bad life. Fuck, he is so maudlin sometimes.

Kirk is silent for a long minute, fiddling with the wrapper on the bottle, peeling it off slowly.]

Someone died, back home. Someone that means a lot to me.

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[lastrat]

[He's allowed, if it's only sometimes. James just nods at that, takes another drink. It's not like there's anything real to say to that. He knows first hand how empty an 'I'm sorry' can sound.]

Hasn't happened for you yet?

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[captain_jtkirk]

No. He was just calling me an idiot when I left.

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[lastrat]

Any hope of stopping it? [He doesn't sound particularly hopeful, though. He tried to save Fields, during the network glitch, but she's still dead.]

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[captain_jtkirk]

No fucking clue. Spock's pretty tight lipped about the details.

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[lastrat]

Tell him to stop being a prat. Better yet, give him an order. [Though he'd probably have refused that, in his navy days. But whatever, maybe pointy eared aliens take orders more seriously.]

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[captain_jtkirk]

[Kirk smiles thinly, and it doesn't quite reach his eyes yet. Spock would tell him if he ordered him to. But that would involve talking to Spock which he doesn't want to, and he doesn't want to bring their relationship to that. He wants his crew to trust him without him pulling the trump card.]

Or I could just leave and go take care of it myself.

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[lastrat]

[He shrugs, takes a long drink and leans forward on his elbows.]

Planning on it?

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[captain_jtkirk]

Thinking about it.

Hard.

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[lastrat]

So what's keeping you here?

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[captain_jtkirk]

[Kirk laughs at little, mostly at himself, hard and bitter.]

No idea.

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[lastrat]

I think you've got yourself an answer, Captain.

[jfc dude, go kill a man. Bond is almost always in favor of that.]