02 ✩ [open bar thread!] like living in the stone ages
Slings? Slings were stupid, ungodly, antagonizing inventions. Even though Jim was well aware that they’d been used successfully for hundreds if not thousands of years by plenty of species, including his own, he still hated them. Waiting, in general, for injuries to heal was severely overrated and, from experience, he knew, tended to lead to things like slightly crooked ribs or weird scars. But slings? Damnit, Jim Kirk was not okay with being stuck in a sling.
Never mind that climbing strange structures was totally asking to break something. He’d just been minding his own business, really, or at least not being any more dangerous than he usually was. Really, walls were supposed to be safe, weren’t they? At least not leading to up to a month of wearing some miserable, itchy, terribly unfashionable and bad for bar fights sling.
Despite the fact that Bones might just behead him for finding him with another injury, and bars tended to lead to one of two things for Jim, that’s where he was, taking in local El Dorado life from a bar stool with that goddamn sling occupying one arm and a frothy beer taking care of the other.
Never mind that climbing strange structures was totally asking to break something. He’d just been minding his own business, really, or at least not being any more dangerous than he usually was. Really, walls were supposed to be safe, weren’t they? At least not leading to up to a month of wearing some miserable, itchy, terribly unfashionable and bad for bar fights sling.
Despite the fact that Bones might just behead him for finding him with another injury, and bars tended to lead to one of two things for Jim, that’s where he was, taking in local El Dorado life from a bar stool with that goddamn sling occupying one arm and a frothy beer taking care of the other.