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?"

[kirk_george]

"No, I won't serve you anything fruity," George promised. He drank enough in college to know how to mix a pretty wide variety of drinks. With what he had on hand, he mixed up a Long Island iced tea.