three sheets to the wind [open]

[first_donoharm]

After the endless stream of hungover officers, the emotional confusion that had been Ensign Martine and Lieutenant Romaine, the always-draining conversation with Jim, and the absolute clusterfuck of a confrontation with Spock in the officer's lounge, McCoy well and truly needed a drink. Maybe five. He wasn't sure yet how many he needed, but he'd

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[miraromaine]

Mira found herself laughing at Jim's story of a failed pick-up, particularly at how absolutely baffled he still was about it all. But she started to choke on her own giggles when his attention turned toward her. Guess she wasn't going to get away without being picked after all.

"Mmm, okay," She thought for a moment before answering, "Dare." Something told her she was going to regret it that decision.

[thecaptainkirk]

Dares were Jim's favorite. And he had a favorite default that no one but Bones had heard before. "Let me make you a drink. You have to drink it." He stood up, crossed over to his bar and poured Mira a shot of Jagermeister and took a drink out of his replicator.

"They used to call these Jager bombs," Jim explained, putting the glass and the shot down in front of Mira then tugging Angela back into his lap. Hands behind his back once again, of course, once he was sitting down. "You down both at once, like a double drink."

[miraromaine]

Mira eyed the glass and shot that was placed in front of her. It was ironic that whether she took the dare or chickened out that she was going to become significantly intoxicated. It didn't help that while the turns passed over her, she just continued to sip at her own drink. If she wasn't drunk yet, then she was sure to be after this.

She took the glass in one hand, and the shot in the other. She'd seen the drink before, so she knew how it was commonly done, but never tried it herself- until now. "Well... Santé!" she said, raising them to the rest of the group with a smile that read here-goes-nothing. Dropping the shot into the glass, she quickly put it to her lips to avoid spilling everywhere (it didn't help much). She consumed the drink, instantly feeling the burn of the Jagermeister. After a few good gulps, the drink was emptied out.

She slammed the glass back down as if she was out of breath. "Oh, merde," she hissed to herself. Heat was rising rapidly to her face, and soon spreading out along the rest of her body

[first_donoharm]

The image of Mira taking the shot would forever be burned into his memory along with the very similar image of Angela taking the two shots at the party. Bones wished he didn't have such a good memory. This was going to come back to haunt him.

"Truth," he said, not trusting himself to perform any more dares at the moment. God knew what other pieces of clothing he would have to lose.

[miraromaine]

To be honest, Mira was a little disappointed that he chose truth. She even already had a dare in mind, but that would just have to be for another time. It was probably better for her sake that he picked truth.

"Okay, then," she started, straightening back up. If he wasn't going to let her have fun with a dare, then she was still going to get something out of him. "I want you to name everyone's best physical attribute." For someone who was always scowling and snarling, this was the perfect opportunity to force him to say something... well, nice.

[first_donoharm]

This was perhaps the worst idea Bones could have ever agreed to. Not only did it hit on his deep fear of exposing himself, it also made him admit that he'd thought about everyone in more than a clinical manner

[sonofsarek]

He raised his eyebrow and spread his large, wiry hands out in front of him trying to think of the significance of the Doctor’s complimenting that attribute. He tried to recall any situation where he would have drawn attention to them from the Doctor. The whole think confused him and scared his inebriated Vulcan mind more than it probably should have.

“…Thank you?” He said before a quick and decisive “Dare.” There was no reason in backing down now. It wasn’t a gamble when he knew Bones was going to fuck with him one way or another.

[first_donoharm]

Bones wasn't going to deny himself the pleasure of seeing Spock embarrass himself, not even if he was starting to feel a bit attached to the green-blooded bastard.

"Right, Spock. There's this tradition, in human culture, called the chicken dance. Jo loves it." He smirked across the table at Jim and Angela, who knew exactly how ridiculous this was about to get. "I can pull up some data for you, if you require." Bones had to bite his lip to keep a straight face. There was something quintessentially hilarious about seeing the stoic Vulcan parade around performing an absurd human dance.

[sonofsarek]

Spock’s eyes narrowed before the Doctor even finished talking. One way or another this whole situation would lead to humiliation, but it could easily be the case for anyone in the room (and had been for a few of them already). This would all come back around sooner or later.

He mumbled something under his breath along the lines of I’ll look up your data… and stood from his chair, tucking his under his arms in preparation for the dance. There was a 92.3% chance that most of the people on the room would forget this the next day and he was certainly counting on it. But for some reason Bones usually fell into the most unlikely of statistics in this sort of calculation

[thecaptainkirk]

Jim's automatic reaction to Bones' comment was to give his friend kissy-face, but there was also a distinct eyebrow raise at the end of it.

He high-five and fist-bumped his friend after announcing his dare, and wound up with his head buried in Angela's neck, unable to watch. Bones had always been fantastic for picking out the best truth-or-dares. And now it was his turn, and he would finally be allowed to use his hands again. It had been too long since he'd had a drink or touched Angela. Much too long for his taste.

"Dare," he answered, sitting forward and grinning. Surely Spock wouldn't be able to come up with something too ridiculous or embarassing, right?

[sonofsarek]

He thought about it for a longer period of time than he should have. Coming up with a dare for Jim Kirk was much more difficult than he originally anticipated.

“Remove your clothing, walk to the replicator tear the turbo lift and retrieve me a caffeinated beverage…extra hot.” Sure it seemed harmless but there was the added embarrassment of having the crew talking of this the next day. That combined with the fear of Pike having more fodder to punish the crew could have been motivation enough for Jim to cave.

Spock was intrigued.

[thecaptainkirk]

Not too much of a big deal, because Kirk was already shirtless after having given his to Angela earlier in the evening, when everyone had walked in on them - and, okay, no, not a thought he was allowed to have when he was about to be taking his pants off in front of more than a few of his officers

[sonofsarek]

The gracious acceptance of defeat was not one he expected, but the choice was certainly the one he hoped his Captain would make. Spock ignored the fact that he only resisted meeting the challenge due to a technical issue. He nodded in Jim’s direction and raised his own glass to drink with the man who just gained a little bit more of his respect.

“Hmm…so your truth. Was it you who pumped Orion pheromones into the male instructor dorm’s ventilation system in 2257?” The whole incident had been horrendous, and since the day he first heard Jim Kirk’s name he had wondered if it was him.

[first_donoharm]

Bones had watched the exchange between Spock and Jim with growing concern. First, it was because he knew he'd pissed off the Vulcan right and proper, and taking it out on Jim was funny but unfair. But then Jim, of course, had picked dare, and Spock, obviously had picked something so double-sided and calculating it made Bones head hurt.

Desperately, Bones began shouting to Jim in his head, hoping somehow his friend would hear. It had worked in the past, their close ties making them able to nearly read each others thoughts. Think about Pike, Jim. Think about our home -- we can't lose the Enterprise, not now. Not because of Spock. All this, and much more, Bones tried to relate to Jim as he stared at the man.

And then, he turned to glare daggers at the Vulcan. This was supposed to be a fun game, not some twisted moral test. Only someone as unfeeling as Spock would ever consider this an acceptable dare. "You never cease to amaze me, Commander," he said with all the respect he'd give an earthworm. "I knew we'd see that compassionate

[yeoman_jan]

Janice had quietly faded into the back ground during the game of Truth or Dare. It was quite amusing seeing the others interact. She wasn't nearly as intoxicated as the rest of the group, so she was sure she would most likely be one of the few who would remember the entire events at this happenstance meeting.

Janice was content with being a spectator as no one had challenged her yet. That's not to say she would say no if asked, she just wasn't over-eager to play as the rest of the crowd.

Her ears perked up when she heard mention of the Orion Pheromone incident. She wasn't at the academy of course, but she had heard about it through one of her girl friends an even that was second hand knowledge. It would be very interesting to hear a first hand account, especially from the possible mastermind behind the famous prank.

[thecaptainkirk]

Jim listened with joy as Spock announced his truth. It was, as most of the big pranks that he was blamed for were, absolutely his fault. He and Bones. The two had just been absolutely excellent - meticulous, even - in making sure most of the shenanigans they pulled couldn't be traced back to them. That didn't mean they weren't mostly blamed on him by others at the Academy, and that sure as hell didn't mean that Jim any less than thrived on the attention that blame brought him