captain_jtkirk | .020 - [Filtered to McCoy]

[Kirk arches an eyebrow at that, listening to the rant in silence because he's pretty at that kind of thing. Most of the time he tunes out what Bones is saying but he really is bored right now, so he listens.]

"At least I haven't died yet?"

[He's going for optimistic.]

[Jim gets a withering look for his trouble.] And here I didn't believe in miracles.

[He pauses a moment before sighing.] Please tell me that post was filtered. [He really should have checked. Pavi would have a field day.]

"Bones. I was recently accused of raping someone. Do you honestly think that I'm stupid enough to not make that private?"

[Bones gets a look right back at him to go with that question.]

"You'd clearly be labeled my next victim."

[Bones can't help but snort at that.] How can I forget your sordid deeds?

[He sighs, flicking Jim's temple with his fingers.] Enough about that idiot and her claims. It nearly got you killed.

"I really don't even know how you can dare to let such a dangerous sexual fiend like me sleep in the same room as you."

[Jim shoves his friend right back in response to the flick.]

"We could... celebrate life together?"

[He can't help it. He really, honestly can't.]

What can I say, I live life on the edge. [He says, dry as dry can be.]

[And elbows Kirk right back with a roll of the eyes.] And why can't we do that with drinking like we normally do Jim? I want to hear this logic.

[Kirk protests the elbow because somehow, in all of his doctor voodoo magic, Bones managed to hit a pressure point.]

"Because sex is more fun than drinking?"

[He pauses for a half second before adding,] "And if I have to liquor you up, that's going to reflect really poorly on me."

[His lips quirk at how the hit lands.] Good job Jim, that was logic to make Spock proud.

[He raises his brow.] First off a lot of things are more fun and safe than drinking yet here we are, second you couldn't out drink me if you tried, light weight, so it wouldn't be an option.

[That pretty much succeeds in distracting the young captain's mind from sex, as he narrows his eyes at Bones, sensing the challenge in those words.]

"Bring out the liquor then, Bones. We'll do this shot for shot, like real men and I'll show you a lightweight."

Is everything a god damned contest to you? [Bones scowls but gets up, because he had been planning on having a drink to begin with and at least this distracted Jim from being an idiot unsupervised.]

[Besides, like hell the farm boy was going to beat him. He pulls out a bottle of Tennessee whiskey and two shots, grabbing the desk chair to place them on as he takes a seat next to Jim.] Alright Iowa, let's see just how much of that talk you can back up. [He pours the first two shots and hands one to Jim.]

"Sorry there wasn't whiskey in my bottle, Georgia. Those were the days when my mother still pretended she cared." [He sounds more like he's mocking Bones then being bitter about his shitty childhood, so that's something. Sort of.

He decides not to dwell on it and throws back the first shot, holding out his glass for another.]

"Don't hurt your liver trying to keep up with me, old man."

[Bones just lifts a brow at that, downing his own shot and refilling the two. He looks like he wants to say something, about his mother and how she did care but he lets the moment pass. Some people didn't make good parents, as good as their intentions were. Hell, he was one of them.]

[He takes the drink and refills his glass, waiting for Jim.] I should be saying that to you since if you do I'll be the one dealing with your endless whining. [He pauses.] When was the first time you got drunk? Let me guess, whatever happened ended in something dangerous and potentially illegal yet somehow you got out of it scott free.

"No, not really."

[Jim pauses to down his second shot, shrugging lightly.]

"I was... fourteen. I stole some of Frank's replicated shit and he caught me and we had words and he grounded me for three weeks. So I went out two days later, crashed a party and got really drunk again there."

[McCoy's lips pursed at that, pouring Jim his third shot with his often used 'how did you live past the age of twelve' look on his features.] You're a depressing son of a bitch sometimes, you know that? What was it about him exactly Jim? Just a bad guy or a bad parent?

[Jim gives him a look for that. He doesn't mean to be depressing. He just... got dealt some really shitty hands in life and he likes to pretend they never happened but sometimes it slips out.

He downs his third shot before he answers.] "We just never saw eye to eye on anything. It's not a big deal, Bones. He was a pretty shitty parent and I was a pretty shitty kid and we never had any kind of buffer. That's it."

[He might be downplaying the situation but as he decided it didn't matter anymore because fuck if he was ever going back to Iowa, that was really all he has to say about it.]

"Now you go. When's the first time Bones got hammered?"

Edited 2009-09-09 16:03 (UTC)

'It's not a big deal Bones.' [Bones scoffs, taking his third shot before going to refill them both.] Jim, you are the unluckiest bastard I've ever met- and you do a damned good job of looking like you're lucky instead.

[Which is probably important- people want to follow the lucky captain rather than the hot mess that James T. Kirk sometimes manages to devolve into.]

[He lifts his fourth shot, pausing to try and even remember. When he does the corner of his lips quirk.] Fifteen, stole a bottle of my dad's whiskey and thought it was a bright idea to get wasted with a friend. He nearly got run over on a side road for it. [He snorts at the stupidity of youth and takes the shot, taking another moment before adding.] Same damned stuff we're drinking right now.

"I am too lucky." [Jim protests around his fourth shot, more intent on keeping up with Bones then going in to all the ways that he's lucky as opposed to all the ways he isn't lucky. Or maybe it's that he's full of luck, of both the bad and good kinds.]

"Try not to let me almost get hit by something later. Then it'd all be on your head, you know."

The only thing lucky about you is the fact you survive all your bad luck. [Bones shoots back, automatically refilling. He was beginning to feel a pleasant buzz, more from the speed of the shots than anything. Didn't matter- like hell he was going to let the little shit lord this over him.]

Kid, the only one with worse luck than you is me. I'll probably end up pushing you out of the way of one hit straight into a worse one. [He huffs in irritation.]

"That's a matter of perspective, Bones, not luck. For example, you're always assuming the worst while I like the glass is half full analogy better."

[Kirk is buzzed but he's also had way more practice downing shots in quick succession because maybe a little bit of that assumption that he's no better then a college frat boy is true. So he's holding his own pretty well.]

"You're just unlucky cause you're grumpy. I'm sunshine, so everything always works out."

Glass is half- let's count here. You were called out on cheating by an irate Vulcan, who later choked you over the console in full view of the bridge. You were dumped on some god forsaken ball of ice by said irate Vulcan, did whatever Vulcan voo doo with the older one, nearly drowned our Chief of Engineering, got roughed up further by irate Romulans and topped it all off with a suicide mission that nearly got you killed. [Enjoy his gestures at this exciting tale.] The only lucky part of any of that is the fact you lived. Do you even realize-

[He trails off, rolling his eyes as he downs another shot. He may have a bit of a tendency to dwell on what if's and yes, pessimism, but it didn't make his points any less valid damnit.]

The worst of it all is this god damned 'alternate timeline' crap. [He sounds uncomfortable at the very idea.]

[Jim listens through the rant, smiling softly by the end of it.]

"I space jumped onto a tiny platform too."

[And that's really all he has to say about it. He knows how lucky he is that he survived, that everyone survived. The paranoia doesn't keep him up at night though. He's alive, he got an adrenaline rush, he beat Pike's dare, and to top everything off, he got a starship to boot.]

"Preaching to the choir, Bones." [He pauses for half a second.] "Do you think old you would have sex with old me?"

What the hell is a space jump- nevermind, I don't even want to picture it. [Bones pinches the bridge of his nose as though warding off a headache.]

[That question makes him lower his hand, an exasperated expression crossing his face.] I don't even know if 'old you' and 'old me' were friends. For all we know your CMO could have been Puri. [He lifts his empty glass in honor of the dead man and sighs.]

I realize you're bored out of your thick skull but I'm not some damned pet project. I'm sure there are plenty of other stubborn people you can throw the effort at for kicks.

"I was in the shuttle Pike took over to the Narada. And then I jumped out of it to land on and disable the drill." [Kirk tells him anyway, just because he likes to talk about all of the dangerous things that he's done.

He's quiet for a long moment, watching Bones curiously.] "Bones, I don't just expend effort on things just because I'm bored." [He holds out his glass expectantly.] "Old Spock said we were friends too, by the way."

[McCoy runs a hand over his face, dropping the hand and glaring as he refills Jim's glass and then his own.] Then add that to the list. I didn't sneak you on board to be the ship's suicide mission poster boy believe it or not.

Then why Jim? Because it's a big, shiny challenge? [His tone is slightly exasperated but it falls to a more thoughtful shade.] In every reality then? [He snorts, raising his shot in mock toast.]

"Why did you sneak me on then?"

[Jim doesn't answer the question put towards him, carefully avoiding it by throwing out a question in response.] "And why do you say no, Bones?"

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