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Jim was content.

Most of her crew had gotten the shore leave they so desperately needed, finally; she herself wasn't planning on participating, seeing as how she had some work to catch up on, but she was assured that the planet was entirely beautiful and peaceful - all in all perfect for the crewmember in need of some rest.

She was halfway through a stack of PADDs when Uhura informed her Dr. McCoy was calling from the planet; she pushed them aside for the moment and prepared to fend off another attempt to get her to beam down.

"Yes, Bones?"

Date: 2009-10-25 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com
"No. But you might want to refrain from... thinking about anything else like this."

Not that she actually believed this was somehow his doing, but...

She tugged on the door, and it opened easily. "Let's see if there's anything worthwhile in here."

Date: 2009-10-25 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com
"I'll keep that in mind," he muttered. Rolling his eyes - he didn't know this happened when you thought things! - he followed her.

Date: 2009-10-25 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com
Inside was - let's be narratively honest - probably more shaped by Jim's thoughts than Bones', given that she was the one with the large amounts of bar experience. There's the token bartender, the token drunken idiots, the token hot chick looking all hit-on-able...

Standard fare, and nothing looking particularly helpful.

Date: 2009-10-25 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com
He glanced round, his eyebrow cocking upwards. "Unless we're going to get a drink, I see no reason to be in here."

Date: 2009-10-25 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com
"No, neither do I. I just wanted to be certain-"

And there's a door that... wasn't there before. Hmm. "-that someone wasn't trying to lead us anywhere. Bones?"

Date: 2009-10-25 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com
"Ladies first," he gestured to the door, shaking his head. "I didn't think up a door, so are you letting your mind wander now?"

Date: 2009-10-25 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com
"Maybe a little bit. After all, ever bar has a backroom, and maybe this one has- Fuck."

She slammed the door shut, hurriedly. NOTHING TO SEE HERE, FOLKS, MOVE ALONG.

Date: 2009-10-25 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hesdead-jim.livejournal.com
"What?" he asked her, his interest peaked by the way she reacted With amusement, he stepped to the door, trying to open it up to see just what had made her curse like that.

Date: 2009-10-25 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirk-it.livejournal.com
Augh augh augh - Kirk plastered over the door. "Nothing to see here, Bones."

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