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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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[captain_jtkirk]

That shit exactly. [Sorry Ned but actually not really.]

[composited]

What sort of serving size is it supposed to be in? Cause there ain't no books on this shit.

[ Now he's just doing it to be a dick. ]

[deadly_ned]

Really? Alpha? Really? Can we not...use language like that in front of strangers? What does it add to the conversation?

[captain_jtkirk]

[Kirk laughs. Yeah, like his ears need to be protected.]

We're not strangers, he'd my bartender.

And treat it like you would a shot, that's good enough.

[composited]

Shot of the neon blue weird-ass shit it is.

[ And there you go. Smug composite is smug. ]

[deadly_ned]

[In response, the Piemaker can only look helplessly between his inmate and Kirk]


Occasionally I feel as though everyone in this room but me has a script to this conversation and I'm about to get fired.

You do the bartender-bartendee repartee very well.

[captain_jtkirk]

I have a lot of practice.

[He says a half second before he just downs the shot of blue liquid in one go. It burns like hell, lots of alien stuff does, but it's just what he wants.]

[composited]

See? This was totally a good idea.

[ Alpha is pleased with himself. ]

[deadly_ned]

[reluctantly, and heavy-heartedly]

Yes, it was. You were right.

[captain_jtkirk]

One more step towards graduation, right?

[composited]

[ That gets Kirk a look. ]

Let's not talk about that sort of shit, huh? Not interested. Sex, politics, and the burden of the fate of ones soul are not good bar conversation.

[deadly_ned]

Agreed. All manner of will-he-won't-he graduate lines of conversation are now on hold.

[captain_jtkirk]

[Kirk laughs to himself, because what the hell do you talk about in a bar besides sex and politics. But okay.]

Well the weather around here sucks.

[composited]

[ Yeah, good point. ]

That it does. Women are hot, but most of them are crazy.