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WHO: James T. Kirk and Pavel Chekov [pretty much closed; ask if you really want to join]
WHEN: Right now!
WHERE: Chekov's room and then the pub.
WHAT: Drinking! And Kirk being a good influence!
WARNINGS: Erm... underage drinking?
Jim was practically bouncing on his way down to the Ensign's room because he wasn't kidding. He really did miss Chekov and the whole gang, to be honest but none of them were here, so he obviously didn't miss them that much. Or something like that. That he'd admit to anyway. He wasn't a damn girl. He didn't pine over people who were back home, doing their jobs and living their lives. His ship, yes because the Enterprise was the best thing to happen to him in his entire life but his crew?
Nope. Nada. Not at all.
Alright, maybe a little.
But whatever. Moving on from that and on to one of his life goals, getting Chekov plastered and doing it as often as he could. Probably a sick hobby for the kid's commanding officer to have but to be fair, James Kirk liked getting a lot of people drunk. Especially the ones with accents because alcohol always made those funnier.
He started pounding on the Ensign's door when he reached it. "Chekov! C'mon. Let's go. That's an order."
WHEN: Right now!
WHERE: Chekov's room and then the pub.
WHAT: Drinking! And Kirk being a good influence!
WARNINGS: Erm... underage drinking?
Jim was practically bouncing on his way down to the Ensign's room because he wasn't kidding. He really did miss Chekov and the whole gang, to be honest but none of them were here, so he obviously didn't miss them that much. Or something like that. That he'd admit to anyway. He wasn't a damn girl. He didn't pine over people who were back home, doing their jobs and living their lives. His ship, yes because the Enterprise was the best thing to happen to him in his entire life but his crew?
Nope. Nada. Not at all.
Alright, maybe a little.
But whatever. Moving on from that and on to one of his life goals, getting Chekov plastered and doing it as often as he could. Probably a sick hobby for the kid's commanding officer to have but to be fair, James Kirk liked getting a lot of people drunk. Especially the ones with accents because alcohol always made those funnier.
He started pounding on the Ensign's door when he reached it. "Chekov! C'mon. Let's go. That's an order."