.020 - [Filtered to McCoy]

[captain_jtkirk]

Bones, Bones, Bones.

I have a medical emergency in my pants.

Come save me.

[ooc: Someone is sexually frustrated and bored and so it all goes on Bones. I'd say sorry... BUT I'M NOT.]

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

"By your logic, we could have sex and then you'd never have to see me again."

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

No Jim, by my logic you're worth more to me than a quick fuck.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[Jim doesn't have an immediately snappy retort. It's something of a foreign concept to him to have someone just be interested in being his friend who didn't start off as his enemy. And he really doesn't have a lot of experience in people sticking around.]

"It doesn't have to be quick, Bones."

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

[It might be the alcohol but Bones actually laughs at that, rubbing his forehead as it dies down quickly enough.] Jesus and Mary preserve me from shameless, hot shot captains and their damned whims.

Not everything is some sort of game or test Jim.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it is, Bones."

[The best analogy for his mind is that it's just a large chessboard and everyone else is the opposing team and even though he sacrifices, he's going to win in the end.]

"And the sooner you realize that I always win, the better it'll be for you."

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

[Bones raises a brow.] I can't believe we're having this fucking discussion. No, Jim, it's not a game, I'm not a game or a distraction from your boredom. There are plenty of idiots on this ship to 'win' against. I'm sure someone here would appreciate your warped philosophies.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

"Nobody gets me like you do though, darlin'." [Jim pushes his bottom lip out towards a pout, trying not to ruin it by laughing.]

"I can't believe you're still putting up a fight."

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want to rob you of the fun of the 'challenge.' [McCoy answers, dry as can be, expression one of 'I am not nearly drunk enough to deal with this.'] Get that look off your face or you're sleeping on the floor.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[Jim's pout becomes deeper and he adds a little bit of the puppy dog eyes to it as well. Always pushing his limits.]

"I have my own room, you know. I can go sleep there. Unless you want me to stay."

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

Not with that much whiskey in you you aren't. [He shoves in a general Kirk direction, sighing.] You're going to be the death of me kid.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[Kirk shoves right back, pretty drunk right now but also pretty certain that he could make it back to his room. While maybe even walking in a straight line.]

"No, your alcoholism and pessimism are going to kill you. I'm here to keep you alive and give your life meaning."

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

I am not a god damned alcoholic, and ever since I've met you it's one dangerous situation after another. Bar fights and shuttles and fucking aliens trying to skin us alive.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[Jim waves his hand idly in response to that, stretching out on the bed like a cat and like he owned it. He even pulls a pillow close to him and curls around it.]

"The latter two are purely the fault of Starfleet, Bones. As you met me after you signed up."

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

I am welling to bet a month's pay if I poll the lot of Starfleet and compare experiences upon joining I'll have made my point. [He answers, glancing over with a bemused look taking over his mildly irate one.] Comfy Jim?

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

"Everyone else is havin' three times less fun and you know it." [Kirk mumbles this into the pillow, nodding a little bit.] "Mmm, yep. Stalemate?"

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

And going to live three times longer. [He just gives Kirk a look that falters quickly enough, sighing as he sits on the edge of the bed.] Yeah kid, stalemate. Guess you don't win them all.

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[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

"M'gonna die young anyway. Might as well have some fun before that."

[And that's really all he has to say on the subject, as almost a minute later, he's fast asleep.]

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

[Jim just gets a long look for that, a small frown on McCoy's lips as he flops back on the bed, too tired to even go into all that was wrong with that comment.]

Idiot. [He mutters, running a hand over his face and falling asleep soon after.]