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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[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.

Spock executed the dance, flapping his ‘wings’ with little to no enthusiasm and glaring straight ahead with a menacing gaze of narrowed eyes and a tightly set jaw. Even as drunk as he was, he used all of his concentration to stay as rigid as he was while sober. He ended the dance and stayed standing, glaring down at Bones with a distinct bitterness that usually wasn’t displayed outwardly.

“Well doctor, I suppose I will just have to put my hands to good use later after the Lieutenant’s beta shift.” He displayed his hands as he spoke, and sat down with a smug sense of accomplishment written all over his face. He was pretty sure McCoy knew exactly who he was talking about, and prayed that image was burned into his mind for the duration of the evening.

“Jim. Truth or dare?”

[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.

He stood, hands on his pants fastenings and smirk planted firmly across his face. Opening the top buttons and zipper, Kirk's smile and hands came to a frozen halt. In their haste to dress, he had absolutely put his pants on without boxers, and he saw Angela in them moments later. Taking off his pants would leave Jim...absolutely naked. While part of him screamed at him to do it anyway - nothing he was embarrassed about, for sure.

But maybe this time, this time there were some things he shouldn't do. Like get naked in front of more members of his crew; Bones had already seen him naked, as had Angela, and he wasn't concerned about Spock's reaction. Mira and Janice, though...no. "Party foul, Spock," he announced sadly, buttoning and zipping his pants back up, "there's nothing under the pants. Nobody's getting a free show until I have a lot more alcohol in me." Personally toasting to that, he poured half a tumbler of whiskey and downed it, self-punishment for being the first to step out of a dare.

[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 heart some day. Using us as ethics lab rats-- that's just so damn adorable" he growled, anything but amused. Bones didn't honestly care if he was picking a fight with Spock; he couldn't just sit by and watch the damn Hobgoblin manipulate his best friend like this. It just wasn't in his nature to keep quiet if he had something to say. As Spock had quickly figured out, Bones usually did.

Spock's follow-up question made him nearly forget his anger, if only because that was one of Jim and Bones' finest moments at the Academy. Bones had never minded when people assumed their pranks had just all Jim, and Bones had only tagged along to nag. They'd never know it was Bones who'd gotten a hold of the pheromones in the first place by setting up a weeks-log con where he convinced various labs across the country he was conducting a tremendous experiment and needed the pheromones from all of them. Really, how did people think Jim got away with it all? Now, Spock was assuming the same thing, underestimating Bones like so many others before him. Smiling into his drink, Bones sat back and enjoyed listening to Jim's voice weave the story.

[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.

"All you need to know, gentlemen," he announced, adding a hasty 'and ladies' when Angela shifted in his alp, "is that our good Doctor here is a genius, and yes. There was a...there was a friend, at the Academy, showed me a map of the building the dorms were in. Found the ducts that controlled their wing, released it into their air systems." He sat back with his whiskey, proud of himself, and met Spock's eye. Jim Kirk, outright admitting to serious rulebreaking at the Academy. He wasn't sure how much Bones wanted credit for the prank, and smiled at his friend to elaborate if he wanted to admit his part out loud.

"Now, Yeoman," he said after a moment of looking around the table for a perfect next victim turn, and seeing Janice, who had come in late. "You haven't had the pleasure yet. Truth or dare?"

[yeoman_jan]

Janice smiled to herself. She was amused seeing the captain so proud of his antics back at the academy.

She was a bit surprised when Kirk called her next in the game, although she should have expected it. "Hmmmm," Janice thought, biting her lip slightly. "I choose..... dare." She was feeling a bit adventurous. Hopefully she wouldn't regret this decision.

[thecaptainkirk]

Jim only had to think for a second. One of his default dares, for people he was hesitant to go hard on so soon. Janice was still new to the game, and she hadn't drank nearly enough for the serious business dares yet.

"Janice," he said, finally able to use his hands so he could start sipping his straight drink again while he talked. "Sing us your favorite 20th or 21st century song. As much of it as you can remember." It was 200 years later, but Jim knew they all knew a song or two left over from an old movie or data disc.

[yeoman_jan]

There were so many different genres of music during the 20th and 21st century to choose from. Janice sang very well, but was somewhat shy about singing in front of others. She thought for a moment before standing up.

"Okay. My dad used to sing this to me when I was little. It always made me smile." Janice clear her throat. She started softly at first, but grew louder as she sang. "I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May." She thought of her father and it was hard to keep a smile from creeping on her face. "Well, I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way? My girl. Talking 'bout my girl."

When she finished, Janice's cheeks flushed and she looked down embarrassed. She returned to her seat and took a sip of her drink.

Now it was her turn to pick someone. Angela hadn't been picked in awhile. "Alright. How about you, Angela. Truth or Dare?"

[setphasersto]

Angela's attention had started to drunkenly drift while the others had all take their turns. And now that Jim was free to use his hands, he was once again a distraction as playful teased her and put his arms around her.

So when it was her turn again, Angela'a face lit up. "Oooh!" she exclaimed, and without any hesitation, declared her choice. "Dare!"

[yeoman_jan]

"Okay, Angela. Go around the room and give everyone a kiss on the cheek," Janice said. She looked at the captain and winked, "And ONLY the cheek."

[setphasersto]

She looked at Janice, then Jim, and back to Janice, pouting a little. "No problem," she announced, and slid from Jim's lap.

Her eyes surveyed the room, stopping briefly on Spock, Fuck! and then again on Bones. Fuck again! Janice was crafty, and despite the dare being far less humiliating than the others handed out, it was terrible in its own way.

Janice, having dealt out the prank was the first to get a kiss, follow by Mira (as Angela had decided that was the next least awkward). Scotty had joined them, though in her drunken haze Angela didn't remember when, and he got a kiss too.

She approached Spock, and stood for a moment just looking at him. He'd gotten her good with the truth, and she was torn between being impressed at how crafty he was and being annoyed. Angela narrowed her eyes at him a little, before making a big production of planting a wet kiss on his cheek, complete with sound effects.

Now, there was the matter of Bones, that bastard. He didn't seem to like her, and well, Angela didn't like being disliked. She smirked at the pantless doctor, and warned him, "Don't get used to this," before kissing him as well.

With that, she returned to Jim's lap, and she planted a final chaste kiss on his cheek. "Well played, Janice," said said, and flashed a grin at the Yeoman. The Ensign had no intention of being so nice, and looked for her next victim.

"Spock," she said, "Truth or dare?" If he was going to play dirty, then she was going to get him back.

[sonofsarek]

He had locked eyes with Angela as she hovered above him and they both exchanged their disdain. At least, Spock was trying to portray his disdain but the room was definitely spinning and looking up wasn’t helping his wobbly self. When her lips met his cheek the only concern that was running through his mind is exactly where those lips might have been just a few hours earlier when her and Kirk were alone. He shuddered a little and kept his stoic and unamused stare as he wiped the remnants of her kiss away with his uniform shirt (if he used his hands it would have been 10 times more disgusting, thank you, Vulcan physiology).

When Angela said his name he knew that was not a good sign. He softened his features and gave her his usual stoic stare, albeit at the moment it was a little bit buzzed.

“….Truth.” He tried not to overanalyze it. She was going to mess with him either way.

[setphasersto]

Ha! Angela had hoped for him to say that. She knew exactly what to ask. She was going to enjoy this.

"Commander, I don't know how familiar you are with my academic records, but I was never a TA at the Academy." She paused, and took a moment to smile at him. "I understand that being a TA brings certain benefits for undergraduate students like access to special labs and additional course credits. So I'm hoping you can clear something up for me: is sex with the course instructor a typical privilege for TAs?"