a little less conversation [open upon request]
McCoy needed a break. He was irritable and tired, and wanted nothing more than to go back to his quarters and sleep. Unfortunately, he knew if he did that he would inevitably be interrupted by Jim or Spock or some ship emergency. Better to find some of his fellow crew and hope they had better luck than he when it came to relaxing.
Entering the officer's lounge, he saw Mira and Angela sitting at one of the smaller tables. He let his furrowed brow speak for itself as he sat down next to them and pulled out his emergency flask, letting whatever inane girl talk they were involved with wash over him. McCoy was glad for their company, because it didn't demand too much of him and some soft part of him actually cared for the two women. Best of all, they wouldn't be insulted if he didn't participate in their conversation. For the first time all day, he felt the muscles in his shoulders actually relax minutely; perhaps the day wouldn't be a complete disaster after all.
Entering the officer's lounge, he saw Mira and Angela sitting at one of the smaller tables. He let his furrowed brow speak for itself as he sat down next to them and pulled out his emergency flask, letting whatever inane girl talk they were involved with wash over him. McCoy was glad for their company, because it didn't demand too much of him and some soft part of him actually cared for the two women. Best of all, they wouldn't be insulted if he didn't participate in their conversation. For the first time all day, he felt the muscles in his shoulders actually relax minutely; perhaps the day wouldn't be a complete disaster after all.