drinkin it up [. open to all .}

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

After finally realizing that it was Shoreleave even though it had been for about a week without him noticing, McCoy still sat on the Enterprise up against the bar. He had a few ties with the pretty bartender and she let him have the real stuff when he asked for it. Leaning on his hand, his elbow against the bar, he stared forward at nothing in particular, swirling his drink around absentmindedly.

There was barely anyone here. Everyone was on the planet with people they loved. McCoy had everyone that he wanted to be around on the ship so there was really nothing left for him on the planet. Besides, he wasn't about to risk bumping in to his ex-wife. She would have to force herself in through the ship's windows if she wanted to scratch the poor doctor's eyes out.

McCoy took a large swig of his drink and gave off a satisfied sound of refreshment. The burning down his throat felt so nice at the moment and he was planning to let it keep satisfying him until he forgot they were on Shoreleave again. There was really nothing to do here and it sent the doctor up a wall. He usually had at least someone's broken arm to tend to, but there weren't any injuries because there wasn't anything happening. Someone could fall and trip when the ship went into warp, a harmless thing normally, but it happened. The Enterprise didn't go into many battles and McCoy was one of the people that wished she never did. He was just an old country doctor and flying into a battle was something he hated. He guessed that he would rather be bored than fighting. Sighing again, he gave up trying to wallow in the fact that there was nothing to do. So instead, he drank some more. At least he didn't have to shave.

ooc: epic fail.

[jamie]

Ros was, for the first time in a while, not in his usual shoreleave kilt. He didn't really feel like being stared at for wearing what people mistakened for a skirt. So, today he was dressed in a casual attire consisting of his red ensign shirt, a pair of black converse, and a pair of casual black slacks with more pockets than probably most pants out there. His brownish black hair was messy, but not covering his Vulcan ears this time.

Ros ran an injured hand through his hair as he entered the Enterprise's Officer's lounge- heading immediately towards the bar. He knew he had to check on a ensign's phaser since it apparently "wouldn't work". Ros felt trouble in those words, and hoped that it wouldn't explode or anything, again. Having futher injured hands would stink, in Ros' opinion. He gave a smile to the pretty bartender, and asked in a scottish drawl for some brandy as he sat one seat apart from another man.

Ros' family were on a Vulcan colony right now- tending to the survival of his and their race. So, there was really nothing to do on shore leave than to maybe get a tan and drink half to death. Ros smiled a devious smile when the drink was brought to him, giving a bit of a thanks before gulping it down. In a place as crazy as the Enterprise, there was only way to keep your wits about you- drink. Drink like hell. At least, that's what Ros' opinion on the matter was.

Drinking was better than meditating, than being all emotionless, in his opinion as well. Ros looked over his shoulder at the rest of the bar, which was pretty much deserted except for the man sitting near him and himself. It would at least be a bit peaceful, Ros knew in his head as he knocked on the bar for another drink. He could drink himself into a coma with a peaceful mind.

"Brandy's pretty good, today," Ros commented lazily to the bartender, who just smiled and nodded.

Maybe today wouldn't be a total disaster. He'd maybe be able to drink himself happy until he finally got some action. Got to kick "some alien butt" as humans put it.

[kate]

Not really sure where Rayne was heading she walked quicker down the halls. She wasn't use to be lost and it was making her slightly agitated . Walking past people quickly apologizing to people that she bumped into. She could sense people emotions that she was passing by. Catching quick glances at there inner most thoughts. She really wish she would have gotten a tour of the ship before she started wondering around that probably would have saved her from the stress she was feeling now.

Slowly sliding against a wall she tooka few deep breathes she could feel her heart beating in her chest. She knew she probably looked pale but she also needed to calm down before she started getting a really bad headache. Running her hands though her hair and down her neck she laughed softly at herself." Only I would mange to get myself lost on a ship that wasn't moving." She was happy she managed to be able to cath her breathe now she only need to figure out where exactly the hell she was on the blasted ship.

Standing up she looked around realizing that there was no one else in the hall she started to retrace her steps. Looking around she noticed a room with a door maybe there was someone in the room that could help her. Steeping inside she paused she noticed two men sitting in a room one of them were wearing uniforms like Spock was wearing. Both of them had dark hair. One of the men was wearing a a white sweater with his hair was a shorter. The other had slightly longer hair the his uniform was a dark redish color.She also noticed that he was a vulcan as well and was drinking something that she wasn't quite sure what it was.

" I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude I'm kind of lost I was looking for my quarters and I guess I kind of got turned around. Do you think one of you could possibly help me." Rayne hoped that she wasn't going to get in trouble she had a feel that this wasn't a normal room that people could just walk into. But she was about to find out.

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

McCoy looked over to the person that sat next to him. Was he a Vulcan? Those eyebrows were too angled to be human, but the clothes the man was wearing were a little less Vulcan than he was used to. Damn Spock. He figured that it didn't really make any difference. He pondered the man for a second more before shrugging his shoulders and glancing back at the nothing that he was staring at before. He couldn't help but notice the drink that he ordered. Now Vulcans, he knew, never drank for fun. They were square against fun, actually. Maybe he just liked making his eyebrows look that way? It didn't matter, did it? The alcohol was making him more curious than normal, but he kept on drinking to his hearts desire, trying to ignore the nagging thoughts on his brain that made no real difference.

Hearing the Scottish accent coming from the strange person's mouth, he rose a curious eyebrow and glanced back over to him. Definitely not a Vulcan. They speak in monotone voices, not with an interesting accent. Well now that the equation was solved, he had no more curiosity in the matter and took another swig of the liquid in his glass. "Better than that damn synthetic shit." He swore aloud, his words mushing together a bit. McCoy had been there for a while and the alcohol was starting to get to his brain. The bartender chuckled behind a delicate hand, almost agreeing with the tipsy doctor.

Another person walked up, looking lost before asking the two a question that took McCoy a moment to comprehend. "Oh. Do you know what room and what deck it is on?" He asked, his voice still a little slurred, but he still knew his way around the place even when drunk. And he could be helpful to a lady who needed it. He was sure he could even do a surgery successfully while almost passed out from alcohol. He was a damn good doctor and he knew it. The fact that these two people didn't look familiar to him was a little nerving to him. Didn't they ever visit the sickbay or did they never get sick? He was good with faces and names when he met someone, but he never met or even seen these two around before.

ooc: sorry i didn't mention it before. my charrie is wearing something similar to what he was wearing on the shuttle craft in the movie cause it's shoreleave and he doesn't want to wear the blue shirt and stuff. looks like he does in the icons. rawr sorry i forgot to add it.

[kirk]

Walking down the hallway to the officers lounge James it had been a week since he sent the counselor over to McCoy as a practical joke since he knew that he will probably hate the session since James knew that he hated shrinks and all but James thought it would be funny they need humor on the ship though he gathered that McCoy won’t think it funny. The officer’s lounge it was practically his second home that and his quarters and all. The Enterprise was his home now and he couldn’t see the point going to Earth on shore leave since he didn’t know where to go. Walking into the officer’s lounge James grinned he spotted McCoy straight away drinking as usual but with a few other people one was the armory officer the other James didn’t know he guessed she was new or a guest onboard the Enterprise. James Kirk didn’t know everyone onboard the Enterprise he had his security to do that for him bit Starfleet did make him remember names by reading reports and all something that James hated.

“Whisky thanks.” James explained to the bartender he walked in and sat beside McCoy waiting for a reaction if any from the man. James had been purposely avoiding McCoy all day due to the fact of the little visit from the counselor. Turning towards McCoy James spoke up. “So I got the report back from your session with the counselor.” James explained deciding to just live with what ever reaction McCoy would do. James and McCoy were good friends but that didn’t stop James from doing those jokes to McCoy it was James’s nature after all and plus James didn’t see the harm of sending the counselor over to McCoy. “Evening to you both.” James explained to Ros and Rayne. Looking over towards McCoy he waited for what ever response he was about to get from him. Thanking the bartender James immediately to a sip from his drink and placed it back down.

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

Turning his head and raising an eyebrow at the familiar voice, he almost greeted his friend with a pat on the back, but remembered that a few days ago he had sent the ships counselor to his office to give him a free session. Instead of giving him a high five or something like that, he wanted to give him a high five on his face. Still...it was a good practical joke and he wouldn't be mad at his best friend for long. It was just in his personality to to give the Captain a hard time. He recalled their fair share of practical jokes toward other people and each other in the academy.

Standing up to his full height, over Kirk by only a few inches, he glared at him with a burn in his gray eyes. "Jim, you no good ass." He grumbled through clenched teeth, glaring at him for a few seconds. After a while, he loosened his shoulders and sat back down like nothing had happened. It just felt good to call his best friend an ass. "Good one." He instead complimented the practical joke with intense sarcasm and rolled his eyes. "It will please you to know that your little joke actually gave me something good, Jim." He looked next to him and smirked. "I have a god damn date with her." Bones grunted, still slurry, poking Kirk's chest with a finger as if to say that he was the one that pulled the practical joke on the Captain.

[jamie]

As he gulped down his, what, second glass of brandy, Ros felt the guy next to him looking at him, but just shrugged it off. It wasn't worth getting angry at him or anything, even if he didn't like being stared at. While another drink was being brought out, he absently played with the piece of hair that was covering his right pointy ear. Right when it was coming, in excitement, he moved the piece of hair behind his hear, accidentally, once again, showing his full Vulcan heritage. He eventually did the same thing with the piece of hair hiding his other Vulcan ear, feeling the off balance on his head. Ros smiled at the bartender and said hello and thank you, before gulping down the brandy once again.

Ros heard a girl behind him asking something, and so turned his head to look at her. She was lost, apparently, and needed help finding her room. He shrugged, and stated:

"Sorry, can barely get 'round this ship m'self. Aye, no sense of direction."

Ros turned back to his whiskey, feeling a bit guilty that he'd let the girl down. He shrugged it off with a knock on the table for some more whiskey. Besides, he had to have gotten lost a few times trying to find his quarters, but he had found it in the end. Anyone can find what they need to if they devote enough time to finding it, in Ros' opinion. He heard the door to the bar opening again, and saw the Captain Kirk himself. Ros nearly gave into protocol when it came to greeting a superior officer, but didn't. The brandy, plus the drinks from earlier, also had a lovely time making him kind of tipsy himself. He watched as the captain approached the other guy, and started to speak to him. He had the feeling that this was over something humorous, and so Ros didn't really listen in. He did give a bit of an nod at the "Good Evening" though. There was no sense in being rude to a captain.

Especially one that hadn't pissed you off...yet.

As the bartender came to the table, she smiled and the two talked for a second or two about the brandy, before she went to get him another refill. Alcohol was like air, food, and water to him. It was a life necessity, and that kind of shamed him in some ways.

[leighton]

Mimi St Clair strolled into the officer's lounge in a get-up entirely different than her blue star fleet uniform. Instead she wore a tight plum t-shirt and daisy dukes along with her favorite pair of gray chucks. Her dark mane was let down in its wild glory. God, she loved shore leave! As she made her way to the bar. Mimi touched the bar with her hands, her arms and body following close behind in a graceful bounce. She waited for the bartender to make her way over to her and smirked. What delites would she have today?

"Vodka straight, please."she said in her thick French accent. Her large eyes scanned the room as she waited, spotting her captain and her colleague, Leonard McCoy. She just slipped in between the two men after McCoy was done poking Kirk's chest. "Hello boys, am I interrupting something."she said with a dazzling smile. Just like her to flirt with both her bosses. Never mind though, they should be used to it by now. Her elbows rested on the bar, looking at both the men.

The bartender tapped on her shoulder and she turned and thanked her for her drink. As she returned to her original position, she has already downed a third of the vodka in the port size glass. She looked around to notice, not many people were there. In fact besides McCoy, Kirk and herself she only spotted two people. She nodded to the woman and the other man. Mimi was always polite, which sometimes caught people off guard, but mostly it drew people in. She was very intriguing.

[kate]

Looking around she realized there was only herself and the two too males and the bartender behind the bar. Not wanting to stick out even more she slowly made her way over to them. She hadn't ever been to place where drink are served true her planet had places like it but she hadn't really ever gone to one. Even ever she drank with friends she usually just invited them over to her house to enjoy a drink. So this was a new experience for her. Walking over to were another woman was sitting she listened to what the other woman ordered. Watching as the bartender walk over to Rayne she gave her a smile." I will have the same thing this woman had." Watching as her drink was poured she smiled and took the glass. Not really knowing what to do she quickly chugged the drink down. Coughing quickly at the burning she felt in her throat she lent forward to clear her airway. " God that stuff is horrible why the hell would anyone drink that."

Stepping quickly away from the bar she stood to the side where the two males were finally acknowledging what he said." No sadly I don't I guess I should have been more observant." Wanting to finish her statement she noticed someone else walk into the room. It was another male the name named McCoy seemed to know him but she still had no idea who he was. Feeling even more out numbered or awkward she sighed. Not really liking the fact that she seemed to not fit in with people her she made her way over to the group of people." Hello again I am just wondering where exactly am I on this ship." Letting her black eyes run across the group of people she was talking too.

[kirk]

Yeah he was expecting the reaction from McCoy looking over towards his friend he smiled and laughed. Looking back as McCoy glared at he laughed he couldn’t help it anymore he shook his head and returned to his drink. It wasn’t until McCoy spoke again James turned towards his friend. “Well then what’s your problem see it worked out well for you but I wouldn’t have guessed that you would end up getting a date from her.” James replied laughing he didn’t expect that turn of events. James laughed when McCoy poked his chest. “See you need to get out more but good for you.” James raised his glass to McCoy. James wanted this shore leave to end he wondered when the next mission was going to be since he didn’t want to go to Earth. Looking around he really should finish those darn personnel reports so he would know who was on the Enterprise when they were supposed to be but then again things never really did work out the way they were meant to be worked out after all look at the joke he pulled on his best friend now that turned around didn’t it but he did a favor for McCoy.

Looking over to Ros as he nodded to him in reply to his earlier comment James looked around. “Long day then?” James asked Ros. James was still wearing his yellow Starfleet Captains uniform he had yet to change from it well he needed a drink after the day he had plus he wanted to find McCoy to face the music since he would have to stop hiding from him sooner or latter. James turned towards the door as he herd it opened seconds latter another person walked into the officer’s lounge. “Not at all.” James replied to the woman who walked up towards both himself and McCoy. James was about to say something more to the woman when another one walked up towards the group asking where her quarters where located. “Hi maybe I can help.” James explained to Rayne looking over towards her. “With our help I’m sure we can find where your quarters are.” James added in.

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

McCoy glanced from his friend to the Scottish oddball a few an odd seat away from the doctor and saw him his hair behind his ears to reveal a pointed ear. But he couldn't be Vulcan! "Good God man...are you a Romulan? No damn Vulcan is a Scot or even smiles." He asked aloud with wide eyes, almost in shock. This didn't fit right for the good country doctor. It seemed to confusing to compare this guy to Spock, someone completely different. McCoy might even have a drink with this guy, which was saying something for what he usually said about Vulcans. In fact, he was already having a drink with him. Well...around him anyway.

He felt rude for blowing off the girl after offering his help to her, but he had unfinished business with the captain and he hoped she would understand. As soon as this bigot of a best friend turned around to ask the girl if he could be of some help, McCoy nodded behind the big head of the captain and tried to force a helpful smile out on his lips. "Yeah. I got a decent sense of direction. Pay no mind to this horrible excuse for a human being." He said, emphasizing the last part quite loudly in Kirk's ear.

"And no, I don't need to get out more. I'm a doctor. I'm not supposed to get out more. I have to tend to patients whenever they need it...except now." He added as an afterthought to Kirk's comment, averting his eyes to the side as though he just successfully proved himself wrong with his own point. He had no problem talking to his friend as if no one were there. Voicing his thoughts wasn't something he had trouble doing. As though he were going to retort to his own point, he pressed on with his rant. "I would be there if it wasn't so damn boring and slow. Right before your beloved counselor came, a man came in with a headache. A headache, Jim! I think he was just coming in for an excuse to see the nurse on duty. No one gets headaches anymore..." He grumbled, snarling at the thought of that day.

Someone else decided to bound in like they owned the place. He grumbled, wishing that he had alcohol in his quarters instead of having to go out in public and ask for it. People could come and go as he pleased, he figured. Looking toward the opening of the doors he saw a familiar face in unfamiliar clothes. And he thought that he personality was far fetched. Rolling his eyes as she cut in between the two friends and the group of people, he looked down at her with a smug look, raising his chin slightly so he looked more menacing from down where she was. "No. Of course not. You never do, Mimi." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. She was pretty, of course. She knew it, he knew it, everyone knew it, but he wasn't the type of guy who appreciated flaunting it around as though she was a free ride and the only payment was you would have to successfully rip her pants off in order to get to the prize. That seemed like a feat.

[jamie]

The conversation was quite interesting, and it would have been interesting to continue, but certain factors got in the way of that. One of them inanimate, and one of them his commander, unfortunately. Ros was first broken from his conversation with another drink, and as he started to sip that and dip into a moment of serenity- the Captain had to respond. Chastising himself in his head, he smiled and looked at the Captain, nodding once or twice before taking another sip.

"Incredibly long day, Capt'n," Ros said with a sigh into his glass. Today had not been one of his better days, by far.

Right after he answered, he heard another noise, this one coming from the man that had been in the bar before Ros had gotten there. The tip of a name was coming on his tongue- Len McCrimmon? No. Then, the name burst onto his memory from a list of doctors that a friend of his on the Enterprise had told him once. He also remembered his friend describing the odd doctor's physical characteristics, which were bluntly present now. Leonard McCoy, it had to be Dr. Leonard McCoy, CMO of the ship that Ros had been stationed to as well. It was curious meeting higher officers, Ros noted in his head with a mental chuckle.

Especially when they reacted to his Earth-cultured oddities. Ros raised both of his eyebrows at the comment that he must be a Romulan, and he gave a chuckle, a smile on his face. It was the first time that he had been accused of being a Romulan. Ros wasn't, as far as he could tell, because his grandfather had told him that he was just another Vulcan. Up until now, Ros had just been called a crazy Vulcan, not actually been confused with another race. He shook his head, and put up the typical Vulcan hand greeting- the index finger and the middle finger being separated from the last two fingers. Ros said in an amused Scottish drawl:

"Sorry. Nay, Doctor. I'm a Vulcan...biologic'ly."

Ros put down his hand and turned back to his drink, giving it one gulp as the brandy ran down his throat like a hover chopper (or whatever those air motorcycles were called) to hell. Ros gave a contented sigh, his emotions on a decent level, but still evident. His eyebrows returned to their normal height as the rest of the bar moved without him, in a way. The most Ros did was to give a girl who walked in carrying a French accent and a desire for Vodka- one of Ros' favorite drinks- a nod. It was a polite gesture, and had nothing behind it other that politeness.

Ros could still tell that the captain and Doctor McCoy were still talking, or feuding, over whatever it was that they were talking about. He got the hint that it was about the doctor's life, but nothing else came to his head. Ros wasn't here to poke around in people's private lives, despite that being one of the main roles of a pub, in his grandfather's opinion. The french-accented woman still looked a wee bit like the highland dancers who wore their skirts too short to garner male attention, and the lost girl was still lost. Ros didn't see how his help could help anything, so he stayed to his seat, wondering if he could maybe order another brandy. Whiskey had a foul taste to his mouth now, thanks to the memory that it brought back.

[kate]

Looking back and forth at the men talking she could tell that they had an unusually friendship to say the least. But Rayne could tell that at the bottom line they would be there for each other if they needed one another. Looking at the other man that spoke to her she felt drawn to his crystal blue eyes. Rayne had never seen eyes that color of blue before she felt somewhat scared by them. It felt like they could read into her inner most thoughts although she knew that was highly impossibly. " Alright thank. Would it be too much to ask the names of the people who are helping me. It would be nice to actually call you something other then sirs or mams. "

She could tell that the man with Blue eyes had a power of authority around him. He either was high up on command or he just liked to think he had power. Rayne figured it was the first one though with the way they were treating each other. Looking down she ran a hand though her hair she really didn't know what to say to any of them. They all seemed to have a deep bond with one another and she just managed to stumble upon them because she was lost. She felt like she was interrupting something that souldn't have been interrupted.

" I am sorry if I interrupted something you all were doing. I just have a bad since of directions I guess." Giving a small smile to everyone around her she would just need to wait and see what her next move was going to be. Maybe she had meet people she can make a connection with like she had with Spock or she might never see these people again.

[leighton]

Mimi watched as the girl followed her lead and ordered the vodka, then almost choke on it. She had to bite her lip to hide her amusement. "It grows on you."she said in reply. She sighed as the girl stepped aside. She seemed a little awkward, didn't she? Mimi felt Kirk's eyes on her and smirked down at him. "May I help you Captain?"she teased. They had hooked up in the past and it was great, but something about James Kirk and his personality drove her nuts! Not to mention every other girl he had in his grasp...She didn't like being that open.

Mimi's large eyes rolled in response to McCoy's sarcasm. "Well Leonard, shouldn't you be off to a certain ex-wife of yours? Didn't she get your manhood in the divorce? I thought maybe she'd let you have them for shore leave."she said with a triumphant smirk. It wasn't too shocking to have this sort of exchange with him. He was always bitter and she was always there to put him in his place. Alas, it never got old to Mimi.

As she downed the rest of her drink, she heard Kirk volunteer her to help the girl out in finding her way. She narrowed her eyes at the back of Kirk's head and then nodded to the girl. She wasn't mad with the girl, but she had a feeling James had more on his mind than good Samaritan work. He always did...Waving to the girl she smiled encouragingly. "Hi I'm Dr. Mimi St Clair. Of course, we'll help you find your way. We love helping our new crew." With that, she picked up the glass she had left behind after one sip, and took a swig.

[kirk]

James kept looking from Ros to McCoy he laughed as McCoy was trying to guess what Ros was. James turned back just in time to see McCoy nod he grinned and shook his head. “Decent sense of direction? I remember you wouldn’t board the shuttle pod when we first met.” James joked he liked pointing out pointless things like that. “I’m a perfect excuse for a human being my friend you just don’t see it yet.” James joked further. H laughed at McCoy’s next comment about headaches. “Well I think you need to get out more maybe I should mention something along the lines to the counselor about it.” James trailed of laughing he knew that he got on his best friend’s nerves a lot. “I can see why he was going to see the nurses McCoy.” James replied some of those nurses that his friend worked with were hot. “Alcohol usually does the trick.” James turned towards Rayne as she asked the people in the room for their names. “Sorry I forgot to introduce myself. Captain James Kirk Commanding Officer of the Enterprise.” James explained to her. James fell silent which wasn’t very often he took a sip from his drink before placing it back down on the bar once more.

“That’s alright we all get lost at one point.” James remembered his first week at the academy but he soon got over it eventually. James turned towards Mimi he watched her for a moment before she turned to look at him. James guessed that she caught him starring at her he however tried to hide it but gathered that Mimi still noticed. James remembered the time he and Mimi were together in the past it seemed like a life time ago. “Oh nothing.” James replied turning away though he looked back at her from the counter of his eye. James watched as Mimi introduced herself to Rayne he grinned as he finished the rest of his drink. “What’s your name? It’ll make things a little bit easier.” James explained to Rayne.