drinkin it up [. open to all .}

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

McCoy raised an eyebrow at the Vulcan fellow, looking him up and down as best he could as you can on a bar stool. Nodding his head slowly, he turned his head back to his drink. "I'm sure you are." He said, still unconvinced from the way the guy acted and the way his accent sounded. It confused him too much to ask questions so he just drank the rest of his whiskey before beckoning the bartender over to fill him up to the brim again. He wasn't going to waste time having them fill the glass only a quarter of the way. That was just too much time waiting for someone to fill him again. Taking another swig, he looked over to the kind looking girl. She looked too sweet and it startled him more than he expected. He looked down at his drink and shrugged his shoulders at the affect it was having on his brain functions. A kind and innocent looking girl was startling? Odd.

"The name is McCoy." He rose his glass to her before taking another swig, unable to smell anything else but the whiskey in the glass and on his breath. Even when drunk, the doctor was well behaved. The slurred speech wasn't terribly hard to understand like most people when they were piss drunk. He walked fine, unless he was turning. Then he had trouble not walking into walls. And he was likely to say things that he normally wouldn't say, which was shocking. Everyone already thought he said everything on the doctor's mind, but that wasn't true. He had said some things that were very inappropriate that he would have never said otherwise. Figuring that it wouldn't do any harm because they were on shoreleave, he continued to get drunk. "Nah. No problem. I'm a good multitasker. I can drink and help you find your quarters at the same time."

Glancing at the harlot, Mimi, McCoy made a smug face as though he were about to say something back to her little fit of insults, but instead sighed and rolled his eyes right back at her. "Uh huh." He replied instead, taking another drink. There was nothing he could really do when arguing with a woman. They were insufferable and never gave up, even if they were wrong. They would stab you where it hurts even when you weren't talking about the subject they murdered you with. They would stop at nothing to win, no matter whose heart you smashed in the process. Men were heartless beings after all and only cared about sex. Yeah...Right, sure. McCoy drank again at the thought, cheering himself on in his mind.

Turning to Kirk with a well practiced glare in his eye, he rose his hand that held the glass and pointed at him with his middle finger, still balancing the glass in the rest of his grasp. "That doesn't mean I don't know where I'm going. I had a perfectly good seat in the bathroom and I knew that had no windows so I knew exactly where I was going." He said with a triumphant tone to his voice, as though he proved the captain wrong with everything ever. Jim mentioned the counselor and the doctor held his head and groaned. "Now you're giving me the headache, you sex driven pig." And of course McCoy meant that in the most loving way possible.

[jamie]

To the sound of the captain's laughter, Ros lifted both eyebrows to the doctor's comment about him, resisting a bit of a laugh that was threatening to charge like a chariot out of his mouth. He knocked on the bar for yet another drink, not minding the blurred peripheral vision that he was starting to have. Ros was pretty confident that he'd probably be slinging around with a friend on the way to his room- probably singing an old scottish drinking song.

He'd done that once before with his grandfather, and it had been a very...interesting experience the day after. Mainly because he and his grandfather were still piss drunk and having a hangover when T'Pia and her family had arrived for a picnic. As the glass was set in front of him, he picked it up, feeling the cool glass cool his warm hands. Ros had yet again forgotten which drink this was, but he didn't care. Not really, anyway. Just like all the other times he had asked himself how much was he drinking.

Ros' previous ideas about what the doctor's name was was unnecessarily confirmed when McCoy introduced himself to the girl while raising his glass. He watched the man out of the corner of his blurry eyes, noticing that the man looked far more drunk standing up than he did sitting down. Ros didn't comment because he was sure by this point that his words were pretty damn slurred and than he'd fall apart upon standing up. He'd really gotten himself into a doozy this time, when it came to his drinking. A bit, stinking pile of doozy. Ros downed the entire glass in a gulp, a smile frosting his features as the alcohol did it's job.

He could hear something about a divorce and manhood, and was glad that he wasn't married. Sure, he was bethrothed (in a sense) to T'Pia, but they didn't consider it valid, and Ros' grandfather didn't care one licking about the arranged marriage (he still disliked T'Pia's parents for being too Vulcan, in a way). Ros didn't ask for another drink because he still wanted to be able to walk, or crawl his way back to his room on floor 9. He was lucky he could still remember what room it was, to be honest, although he wouldn't be surprised if he accidentally walked into another person's room.

Ros looked back at the good doctor as he tried to chew out the captain on the point of directional sense. He had a slightly amused expression on his face, although that could have been the alcohol doing a bit more than it's job of cooling down Vulcan emotions. The expression became a bit more amused when McCoy called the Captain a "sex-driven pig". Ros had heard the rumors, so he was pretty sure that the name was apt.

ooc: {sorry for the non-dialogue post- ran out of muse. XD}

[kate]

Looking up at the man with the deep blue eyes she tensed slightly. Feeling like an idiot she closed her eyes. Of course the one day she manages to get lost and wind up in a restricted room she meets the captain of the ship. Rayne felt like she wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again. Opening her eyes again she gave the group a smile. True the Captain was very attractive she loved his eyes. Dark a deep like the ocean although he probably got a lot of woman with those eyes Rayne wouldn't fall for it.

" Pleasure to meet you Captain, you as Well Mr. McCoy Can I ask what you specialty on the ship is McCoy." McCoy seemed like a fun guy a bit rough around the edges but his sarcasm and dry humor was something Rayne knew she would enjoying. Laughing softly at the way she was bad mouthing Kirk . " Well good too know I am in capable hands then." Looking around she gave a small smile to the woman named Mimi.

Rayne didn't like the feeling she got from Mimi from the way she was acting around the men Rayne could tell she was a flirt if nothing else. Then again Rayne usually got along better with men then woman yesterday. Woman were far to emotional to be around sometimes. Rayne knew from experience that if a woman wanted to be emotional they could attack your very soul with there emotions. Not that had anything to do with her situation now Rayne put away those thoughts till another time.

Rayne felt oddly comfortable with this group of people although she barely knew them. It looked liked they knew how to relax and be able to just unwind and not let the small things bother them. Maybe Rayne would learn a thing or to about relaxing from them.