.029 - operation Get Chekov Trashed, go!

[captain_jtkirk]

It seems as though more and more of my crew are joining me here. It warms my heart, it really does.

Bones, Chekov, let's give Uhura a tour of the pub. Tomorrow night better work for everyone.

And I'll make that an order if you start whining, Lieutenant, so save your breath.

Shego, you can come too and I don't know, sip ginger ale. You too, T'Pol. For old time's sake.

[ooc: This is forward dated until at least after Chekov is back for realz. I just got excited. :c]

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Brat. [McCoy rolls his eyes.] This is probably a terrible idea. [He presses his lips to Kirk's anyway, because they had probably crossed the point of no return anyway and at least this will shut Jim up.]

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[Jim smiles a little bit against the doctor's lips, pulling him in closer and giving him one of the best James T. Kirk kisses that he's given out.]

"Bones, when are you gonna learn that all of my ideas are good ones?"

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[By the time he pulls back there's a bit of color on him.] When hell freezes over. [His words are a little breathless- damnit.] Cocky son of a bitch.

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[Kirk just looks smug. Smug and thoroughly kissed and like he knows he's got this one in the bag.]

"You're not very optimistic for hell's chances, are you?"

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[McCoy rolls his eyes. Smug bastard.] You've really honed that interpretive hearing of yours.

[He places a hand on Kirk's chest and pushes him back lightly.] I have to go make rounds. Why don't you go sleep, or maybe check on that inmate of yours- I'd hate to hear you did something productive. [He says sardonically.]

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[Kirk gives him a pout, just for a few seconds. He's sort of got the feeling that he's being pushed away and not just because Bones has to work and he'll let it happen. Just this one time.]

"You're going tomorrow night. To drink with us. Consider that an order from your captain."

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[McCoy gives him a look but buckles with a sigh and a wave.] Yeah alright, you win Jim. When do you want me there?

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"I dunno, eight-ish? You think that'll work with Chekov's bedtime okay?"

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I'm not the kid's babysitter- that's your job I hate to break it to you. [McCoy answers with a quirked brow.]

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"Actually, I think it's Spock's." [Jim takes a minute to think about this, before he shrugs. He plants a kiss on Bones and reaches around the doctor to slap his ass.]

"Have fun working, honey."

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If you haven't noticed- [He began before getting interrupted of course. He gives a slightly undignified noise at Kirk's action.]

Damnit Jim. [He stalks to the door, pulling Kirk with him as he opens it. He glances around the sick bay a moment before turning kissing Jim, hard, and pulling away.] Stay out of trouble for once. [He turns and heads off to check on Pavi behind the curtain first.]