mama said idle hands are the devil's handywork

[CPT. JAMES T. KIRK]

tag: Uhura | location: Bar | time: 2200 hrs

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"ANOTHER!"

The loud and enthusiastic voice came along with a wave of cheers, 'woos', and chanting to 'go go go' from the crowds, and there, in the middle of said crowd was one slightly inebriated Jim Kirk and two scantily clad women all three standing on a table, and surrounded by several broken glasses and puddles of wasted tequila.

Grinning even as he staggered ever so slightly, Jim made a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows at his lady-friends who grabbed up another bottle each of the yet-to-be-paid-for booze and one produced a lighter. The crowd hooped and hollered even louder as the flames began lapping up everywhere the alcohol was there to be drunken up, and taking the bottle carefully from his companion, Jim held it out for a second to dip her backwards and kiss her, and quickly the display of his bartending-tricks was forgotten. The bottle slipped from his hand, crashing and shattering on the floor, sending the liquid and flames splaying out at a suddenly panicked crowd while Jim simply pulled the woman...girl...he didn't even remember anymore, closer to him and kissed her deeper.

He wanted to take both of them home originally, but from the sounds of the huffing and the sharp pain of what he could only guess was a shoe banging into his back, he guessed he'd have to settle for just the one heavily dazed woman in his arms.

Pulling back slightly he gave her his best charming smile, and even made eyes at her. It was a sure thing now. He knew how to work what he had, and that was a fact."So..." he began, slowly standing her back up, and letting his hands slowly slide down from her back to her ass, "what do you say we get out of here?" Raising his eyebrows at her, Jim took a step back, and that's about the last thing he remembers. His foot fell on a glass that hadn't shattered and he slipped. Well, more like flew, he'd tell you, backwards and through the air, landing with a resounding crashing-cracking-thud on the hard metal floor that was below the table he had been standing on.

The impact had knocked him out temporarily, and left a nice gash on the back of his scull from the broken glass down there, but he didn't feel it. He simply laid there in his blacked-out-bliss dreaming away about his threesome that would never be, right up until the moment he came to and realized he was still on the floor, his audience and dates had left, and he had one hell of a stabbing pain in the back of his head.

Wincing, Jim sat up slowly, reaching around to touch the sensitive area of pain, and hissed as the pain got worse. Bringing his hand back around he sighed at the sight of blood on his fingers.

"Great." He muttered with a sigh.

[LT. NYOTA UHURA]

Nyota Uhura was one to care for responsibility and when it came to her work, she did everything possible to keep herself up to par. She wanted to impress her superiors and she managed to do amazingly well on her first mission. Moved from the bowels of the Enterprise, right to the bridge. An achievement she held dear to her. But she was beginning to wonder if she was getting too comfortable with her rank and status that she was letting herself go too much. She liked to have a good time, like anyone really, but she wondered if she let it go to far at times. Maybe the hang over she had the other day from the night in the officer's lounge with her friends proved that. She drank too much for her own good, but what else was there to do when you were on shore leave? She didn't exactly have throngs of family and friends to come home to. She had settled on shuttling down to the surface, thinking that a little fresh air would help. Help, but where did she find herself? The nearest bar of course. Maybe she had a problem.

A good time couldn't be found however, as she had seen her captain, James Kirk, had beat her to the punch. She watched, almost disgusted at the display as she sat in the corner with a single drink as she nursed it practically the entire evening. Someone had to keep an eye on the man that was supposed to be her leader. He shouldn't need a babysitter. She fend off drunken men attempting to take her home with them as she watched Jim try to score two women at once. She never once thought of herself as special in his eyes, just a girl who he had failed numerous times in sleeping with. She sometimes would admit to enjoying being one of the only women to be free of Jim's charms, but the truth was, they were getting to her. Even after everything that had happened and her failed relationship with Spock, she realized that his smirks were starting to get to her. She took one last gulp of the White Russian she had been drinking the whole night, just in time to see Jim's spill to the ground. She shrieked, jumping out of her seat as she watched the crowd disperse. No one wanted to take the fall for a ranking Starfleet officer's accident, so the place emptied out rather quickly. Leaving Uhura to clean up the mess of course.

She rushed over to Jim just as he was coming to and she reached for him. She let her hands pushing on his back to get him into an upright position and her other hand went directly to his head, seeing the blood as it started to drip. "Damn it, Jim, are you trying to kill yourself?" She hissed at him, what a lovely way to greet him of course. She was fairly certain that he didn't have the slightest clue she had been there this whole time. She reached up, grabbing a napkin off the bar and placed it against the wound that was slowly starting to bleed more. She moved so that her face was facing his as she looked into his brilliant, yet glazed over eyes. "Can you stand up?" She asked, hoping he could at least do that so she could get him the hell out of here. Where are your sluts now, Jim? Why aren't they taking care of you instead of me? She looked away at her own thoughts as she pulled the napkin away, seeing the blood before she placed it back as she looked back at him. "Idiot..." She whispered, mostly to herself as the concern was allowed to wash over her beautiful, ebony features.