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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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."