.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]

[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.]