Bones' room: Friday night card game - (Scotty, George, Original Jim, and Bones); door's open...

[dctr_mccoy]

The day had started so well... Leonard should have known it would have gone to shit slowly after that.

But no one died, he reminded himself though he had for a moment worried that there would be murder committed in his infirmaryBut at the moment, all he thought of was putting it all out of his mind. Even Jim

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[kirk_george]

George had found himself some off duty clothes, and replicated enough mixers that they could get really good and drunk. He figured the others would bring the actual booze since he still didn't own any of his own. He'd fix that once they were on Risa.

"Hey, help me?" He was juggling all sorts of interesting items.

[dctr_mccoy]

"Come on in," he called out, eyes bogging at the booze. "There are four of us gonna be here," Leonard laughed, taking a couple of the bottles and glasses from George.

"Either my reputation as an alcoholic has proceeded me, or you've got a liver unlike any I've ever seen."

[kirk_george]

"It's mostly mixers for the booze," George said. "And I am intending to get blind. stinking. drunk." He rolled his shoulder and sighed. "Long ass week... and I'm almost positive I've had the easiest one."

[dctr_mccoy]

"Make me something then," he told George, who appeared to be quite the bartender. "I don't care, surprise me. It's not one of that fruity shit female drinks, is it?"

[original_fine]

The door swished open at his approach, and Jim walked in, glancing about curiously to see if anyone else had arrived.

"Bones," he said warmly, and stopped. Jim called him Bones. Maybe that was too familiar for him, too much reminder for a night like tonight when McCoy was trying to forget.

Maybe he shouldn't be here at all.

[dctr_mccoy]

Leonard had started on his first drink of whatever the fuck it was that George had made him when his next guest arrived.

"Hello there," he grinned back. God, he didn't even know what to call him. "Glad to see you, Captain," he settled on his title, couldn't hurt. "George is already here, and Scotty just said he'd be a little late."

[kirk_george]

"Heya!" George waved. "What's your pleasure? I've got....as much stuff to mix in as I could remember, and the brandy you brought me."

[original_fine]

Jim sensed the uncertainty in McCoy's voice. "Look, Leonard... Would be easier if I wasn't here? I'll understand, honestly. I didn't mean to crash."

He nodded and smiled at George. "You mean you haven't drunk it yet?"

[allmhadadh]

Should the good Doctor take a shower to combat his hangover in the mornin', he might find it a wee bit... chilly.

[dctr_mccoy]

[amplenacelles]

There was a distinct problem with carrying two bottles of good rum. Both were fairly heavy, making them impossible to carry with one hand, and both were fairly valuable making Scotty a bit reluctant to set them down. Rather than face the problem of knocking without hands, however, Scotty simply resorted to knocking on the bulkhead with his elbow. He managed to hit the PADD on the threshold, but it beeped at him rather than sliding open freely.

"Oi, lads, yer' not completely pissed wit'out me, are ya?"

[dctr_mccoy]

More booze... "Get in here, Scotty," Bones called out from his suddenly comfortable chair. "We're just a little pissed..."

He looked around the room. "I think you know everyone?"

[amplenacelles]

The door snapped open with a swish and Scotty ambled into the room with a bit more cheer than was strictly necessary. His bottles quickly joined the stash already present and he poured himself a couple fingers as he regarded the three.

"Aye, in passin," he inclined his head to the not-quite-Captain and George. "So wha'd I miss?" he asked as he lifted his drink and drained a decent portion of it.

[dctr_mccoy]

"Just talking about embarrassing names and our friends. Speaking of," he looked over, inviting Scotty to sit down, "I heard you've got another little friend on board. Younger?"

Leonard did not look pleased at this. "We're not gonna start that shit, are we?" he asked, sort of worried.