[Closed] Those days came and went…

[overemotionally]

WHO: Jim Kirk, Dr. Leonard McCoy and Spock!
WHERE: At one of the seedier bars in Heropa
WHEN: ~Aug. 5
WHAT: Jim, Spock and The Good Doctor are meeting up all in the same place for the first time...and Jim forgot to tell Bones something important.
WARNINGS: Potentially interesting curse words from Bones



He already knew they spent way too much time together.

But he needed to get them away from their work place and just someplace to relax--Bones especially. Jim was pretty sure he already had high blood pressure. Besides, he couldn't have his bondmate and his best friend sniping at each other all the time. Jim at least should be present some of the time for a laugh.

And to maybe make sure they play nice together.

He picked one of the bars he likes to frequent--more of a hole in the wall with tacky old sports paraphernalia lining the walls that looks like it needs a good dusting and maybe a few more light bulbs. It feels cozy to Jim, anyhow.

He and Spock come in during the early evening so it's not crowded yet. They can snag a table in the back, but first, Jim stops at the bar and orders a favorite of his--scotch neat. They're a bit early from their scheduled meeting time with Bones but it's fine. It'll be funnier watching them with a drink in him already. He turns to Spock.]

You getting anything?

[He takes a sip of his own drink.]

Comments

[overanalytically]

[ There's a certain whimsy to the angle of which Spock tilted his head at the question. ]

I believe I will. [ Then turns to the bartender. ] I believe it is called a Bloody Mary, please.

[overemotionally]

[He raises a skeptical eyebrow at Spock at that.]

That's practically healthy.

Does ethanol even do anything to Vulcans?

[overanalytically]

Ethanol does not lead to inebriation as it does in Humans, if that is what you are referring to.

[overemotionally]

And since you're half human and half Vulcan....?

[overanalytically]

My metabolism behaves as though fully Vulcan. I have experienced no ill effects from ethanol consumption.

[ He thanks the bartender as his drink comes up. ]

[overemotionally]

You're definitely sure? Randomized trials conducted and all that?

[Utter and complete smartass right here.]

[overanalytically]

[ He gives Jim a Look after his first sip. ]

I admit, I have not dedicated full research on the subject. Nor do I wish to, [ he clarifies, hoping to stave off Jim's protest/suggestion. ]

[overemotionally]

[Okay he tried. There's a soft snort as he jerks his head towards a quieter corner of the bar and starts to move towards it, wanting to grab the table there.]

So Vulcans can't get drunk at all?

[overanalytically]

[ He catches Jim's meaning immediately, moving as soon as Jim does and takes a seat facing the entrance. ]

Not from alcoholic beverages commonly served in venues that cater to wine and spirits.

[overemotionally]

[Jim's eyes light up.]

So what can you get drunk off of if not alcohol?

[overanalytically]

[ That look in Jim's eyes is vaguely disturbing for some reason. ]

Of Earth-based substances: cacao, specifically high concentrations of cacao content.

[overemotionally]

Seriously? Dark chocolate?

[That tidbit is absolutely delightful.]

You should've gotten a drink with chocolate in it then. They have those.

[overanalytically]

[ Spock already regrets this. ]

When it is made into a more acceptable form for Humans, it is commonly dark chocolate, yes. However, Vulcans typically find chocolate to be quite bitter, making it an acquired taste.

[overemotionally]

That sounds like alcohol for humans. You get used to it. There's got to be ways to make it palatable.

[Oh he's not giving this one up for a while.]

[overanalytically]

If you are referring to mask the bitterness with something sweet, that would not improve it as Vulcans cannot detect the taste of sweetness.

[overemotionally]

[He's getting all kinds of interesting tidbits out of this conversation.]

Huh.

[And that's all he says to that, refocusing on the matter at hand. He takes another sip of his own drink and leans forward, hands folded casually as he hunches over a bit.]

So a different kind of taste to mask it then. What do Vulcans usually do?

[overanalytically]

[ Spock's own hand is resting on the table near Jim's, not wanting to hold his chilled glass longer than he has to. ]

Some prefer the taste as is while others simply do not consume it. I am uncertain what other might do to make it more palatable.

[overemotionally]

That's no fun. That might be worth an experiment--seeing what could make dark chocolate taste good to Vulcans.

[overanalytically]

There are projects that are more deserving of effort.

[ A beat. ] I also stated it was an acquired taste for Vulcans. However, I did not specify that I had not acquired such a preference.

[overemotionally]

[Can you blame him for assuming? He grins.]

Okay I need to see this.

[overanalytically]

... You wish to witness my consumption of cacao?

[overemotionally]

Yeah. You should do it.


[Because he needs to see the Vulcan equivalent of letting loose now that he knows it's a Thing.]

[overanalytically]

Perhaps another time.

[ More like never. It's not like Spock would drink to excess anyway. Spock hopes that's the end of the subject, taking another drink from his Bloody Mary, their hands nearly brushing each other's when his hands returns to the table. ]

[overemotionally]

[He moves his hand slightly, feeling bold, fingertips pressing against the back of Spock's hand.

The link that opens only emphasizes his amusement at this new information.]

Or now. C'mon it"ll be fun.

[overanalytically]

[ For his part, the link is showing Spock's mild exasperation as Jim's amusement. But he shifts his own hand slightly, feeling a little bold himself as they're tucked into a back corner of the bar where most observers wouldn't see such a subtle gesture. He turns it palm upward, Jim's fingers now resting on his own, threading them together. ]

I have often questioned your definition of "fun".