The lack of coyness is appreciated, especially since that means he can just nod slightly, gaze carding over at him briefly. "I haven't taken much time to relax. A drink and some company sound great." He doesn't need the out.
"I'll follow your lead," he says, smile a little crooked this time. You know, to the drinks.
Excellent. It was either him or the very lovely Betazoid woman-- but he thinks she might have given up about when Jim's train of thought began to stray towards memories of being irradiated. He can't really blame her. Telepaths have it rougher than people give them credit for.
"Tell me about yourself," Jim prompts with a real smile. The nice thing about being on campus is that it's a very short walk to liquor in just about every direction. Cadets study hard and unwind hard; humanity at its finest, in Jim's opinion. He knows a more sedate joint he thinks will be appropriate and heads in that direction.
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"I'll follow your lead," he says, smile a little crooked this time. You know, to the drinks.
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"Tell me about yourself," Jim prompts with a real smile. The nice thing about being on campus is that it's a very short walk to liquor in just about every direction. Cadets study hard and unwind hard; humanity at its finest, in Jim's opinion. He knows a more sedate joint he thinks will be appropriate and heads in that direction.