"Wow." WOUNDED. Jim leans back and gives her a pained look that would seem more in-line with the way he behaved way back when they first met-- in a much shittier bar than this. He's grown up unbelievably since then, and his experiences since Admiral Pike's death have sobered him, but sometimes that Jim sneaks in.
Mostly when drinking.
Cheers. "It is," he agrees, about the necklace. "So what's the occasion, then, since we're cool with your radioactive jewelry?"
The face she pulls is not immediately enlightening, but by this stage, probably familiar. The subtle nuances of the spats between mommy and daddy over there are nothing new to Jim, after all; this seems more 'he hogs the blankets' and less 'he talked shit about my species again'. Only reinforced by the time it takes her to answer, the way she's grimacing about it as if it's embarrassing and not as if she's so hurt she's lost for words.
(She has a lot of words.)
"I hate driving him," she says, explosively sudden, both hands (and one glass) in the air. "Okay? I never drive him, he cannot shut up, he has to have an opinion about literally every - and then he starts sulking like a child because I can't concentrate while he's doing that and I might have called him a sulkan and he might have not appreciated the eight times I repeated it after he said that's not even a thing."
Jim starts laughing. It's not explosive - at first - it's incredulous and kind of amazed because he can see this, he's almost experienced it, but Jim's not as delicate with his first officer's cultural feelings and just goes Spock shut up and Spock usually shuts up. BUT SHE KEEPS TALKING, and. He loses it. Head thrown back full-on cackling laugh and he thinks he might have tears in his eyes.
"Oh my god-- that's-- that is so much better than Vulcan't. I can't breathe I'm gonna die--"
In fact, no one dies; 'another round' becomes 'several more rounds' becomes competitive impressions of the subtle differences between a sulkan and a Vulcan't, and Nyota's version of Spock telling her to stop saying it, and then another round, and then the incredibly good idea that's what leads to her boosting herself up onto the edge of the table they've been leaning on so as to get a better angle to climb his shoulders.
(Trying it while he was kneeling went well until he tried to stand up.)
"If I tuck my feet behind your back," she reasons, "it'll look like we just have four arms."
Well there are a lot of things, but the best one at the moment is that the bartenders at this club have family in the 'Fleet, and are perfectly content to let Captain Kirk and Lieutenant Uhura of the USS-Saved-Yorktown-And-Probably-The-Whole-Federation do whatever the fuck they want. It's definitely not the best use of their reputation, but to be fair, they're too drunk to realize that's what they're doing.
Still, though: things that are not safe for humans should not be served to humans, no matter how many planets they've saved.
'Sorry, the bajillion-proof sunlight flavored liqueur is only safe to ingest if you're not human' is the most tragic thing in the world right now and maybe if they aren't human they'll give it to them ?? right ?? This is a great plan and it'll work. This booze is glowing like light in a bottle, they can't just give up. That's not the Enterprise way.
"Your legs could also be arms," Jim reflects, steadying her on his shoulders - honestly very impressive, given how fucking hammered he is. Five years ago he'd be saying something about his head being between her legs but, you know, he made that joke when they fell through a 1920s elevator shaft in an ion-haunted starship-museum on the edge of Bajoran space and she landed on him. Old news. "Weird feet hands."
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Mostly when drinking.
Cheers. "It is," he agrees, about the necklace. "So what's the occasion, then, since we're cool with your radioactive jewelry?"
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(She has a lot of words.)
"I hate driving him," she says, explosively sudden, both hands (and one glass) in the air. "Okay? I never drive him, he cannot shut up, he has to have an opinion about literally every - and then he starts sulking like a child because I can't concentrate while he's doing that and I might have called him a sulkan and he might have not appreciated the eight times I repeated it after he said that's not even a thing."
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Ooooohh.
Jim starts laughing. It's not explosive - at first - it's incredulous and kind of amazed because he can see this, he's almost experienced it, but Jim's not as delicate with his first officer's cultural feelings and just goes Spock shut up and Spock usually shuts up. BUT SHE KEEPS TALKING, and. He loses it. Head thrown back full-on cackling laugh and he thinks he might have tears in his eyes.
"Oh my god-- that's-- that is so much better than Vulcan't. I can't breathe I'm gonna die--"
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(Miraculously.)
In fact, no one dies; 'another round' becomes 'several more rounds' becomes competitive impressions of the subtle differences between a sulkan and a Vulcan't, and Nyota's version of Spock telling her to stop saying it, and then another round, and then the incredibly good idea that's what leads to her boosting herself up onto the edge of the table they've been leaning on so as to get a better angle to climb his shoulders.
(Trying it while he was kneeling went well until he tried to stand up.)
"If I tuck my feet behind your back," she reasons, "it'll look like we just have four arms."
That's not what it looks like. For the record.
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Well there are a lot of things, but the best one at the moment is that the bartenders at this club have family in the 'Fleet, and are perfectly content to let Captain Kirk and Lieutenant Uhura of the USS-Saved-Yorktown-And-Probably-The-Whole-Federation do whatever the fuck they want. It's definitely not the best use of their reputation, but to be fair, they're too drunk to realize that's what they're doing.
Still, though: things that are not safe for humans should not be served to humans, no matter how many planets they've saved.
'Sorry, the bajillion-proof sunlight flavored liqueur is only safe to ingest if you're not human' is the most tragic thing in the world right now and maybe if they aren't human they'll give it to them ?? right ?? This is a great plan and it'll work. This booze is glowing like light in a bottle, they can't just give up. That's not the Enterprise way.
"Your legs could also be arms," Jim reflects, steadying her on his shoulders - honestly very impressive, given how fucking hammered he is. Five years ago he'd be saying something about his head being between her legs but, you know, he made that joke when they fell through a 1920s elevator shaft in an ion-haunted starship-museum on the edge of Bajoran space and she landed on him. Old news. "Weird feet hands."