02 ✩ [open bar thread!] like living in the stone ages

[daredtodo]

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

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[notanemptymotto]

She had decided to check up on the Captain. He was a friend of Dr. McCoy, who she considered a friend, and it had been some time since they talked. Not to mention that Helen Magnus was possibly the biggest mother bear in the entire universe. And, in all honesty, Helen never passed up the chance to check up on a friend.

So, she followed where people said the young Kirk would be. Which just so happened to be the bar. How fitting.

Without letting him know she was there, Helen slid onto the bar stool beside Kirk. "Do they approve of a person of your rank drinking away like this?"

[daredtodo]

An man less used to bars probably would've jumped at that sneakk attack, Ms Magnus. You're lucky Jim is terribly used to the come-and-go nature of barmates.

"Not necessarily, but when the person who's really supposed to be keeping that in check is the one with all the good liquor, it's kind of hard for him to say anything," he said with a crooked grin, referrencing Bones. "Good evening, Helen. Can I buy you a drink?"

[notanemptymotto]

"If you'd like. Though, you're injured, I think it would be entirely inappropriate, Captain." Helen said with a flirty smile. "Perhaps I could buy the next one for you?"

[daredtodo]

"Alright, how 'bout we switch off?" Without waiting for her to consent to that, because he was going to buy her at least one drink tonight, Jim waved the bartender over.

[notanemptymotto]

Now that was interesting - and a bit of a challenge. "I think you could get away with that."