Spock was a great many things, some of them even negative (i.e. kind of an asshole to that Ensign in Tactical), but the man was rarely late
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As the last of the files had been sent off, the Yeoman had hurried to her quarters as fast as she could knowing that she was quite possibly going to be late for the second planed party on the ship. Yes she might have been one of the newer crew members, but she was not going to miss getting to know some of the others because So-and-so from such-and-such a place had decided to drop a late supply order off to her station! Even if she did stay past time to get it in for them! Which they would so owe her for that...
While she liked her uniform to a certain degree there was no way in she was going to wear it to a group function unless ordered. It was bad enough dealing with some of the male staff when it came to the short uniform that she didn't feel like dealing with it on her off hours. So thirty minutes later the Yeoman managed her way inside the room where the numbers were already starting to grow wearing something a little more comfortable. Placing a bright smile upon her face she started off toward the bar hoping a drink would calm the butterflies already in her stomach.
Fantastic, more trouble, Bones thought as he watched a young woman approach their little group at the bar. He might have seen her in passing, but Bones had little time for people who weren't nurses, patients, or Jim. Though she was wearing civilian clothes, he could only assume someone so young was still a Yeoman.
"Don't ask either of them for a drink," was the first thing he told the newcomer, not bothering with pleasantries. "You'll only be visiting me in the morning anyway." He sent a look Angela's way that said dare to contradict me. "What do you need?"
Tonia just smiled a little shy sort of smile as she glanced the assortment of drinks over before looking back up at the Doctor. Mostly she knew him by reputation only and having seen him in passing once or twice. "I'm afraid you might be lacking a patient in the morning, Doctor. So far I have no plans to be on the list for the mornings rounds."
Casting a smile toward Angela the Yeoman turned her attention back to McCoy letting a brow softly raise. "Lynchburg lemonade if you have it if not straight up Jack works."
Angela flashed a wide smile at the Doctor. She did, perhaps, have a bit of a heavy hand with the booze. Whatever. It was everyone else's loss.
"Bones here just doesn't want anyone else to have any fun," Angela mused. "Everyone had plenty of fun last time I made drinks." She shrugged, feigning like she didn't understand what the problem could possibly be.
She took a long sip of her drink, and realized she didn't really know the woman. "Oh! I'm Angela, by the way."
After mingling with Uhura Spock approached the bar and nodded in greeting to Tonia, Angela and Mira. His greeting to Bones only consisted of a smirk.
“I recall you being far too liberal also, Ensign.” He said to Angela in a tone even flatter than the one he usually used. He’d forgiven her for the various incidences they had been in but he certainly wasn’t going to allow her to forget them. “However, I am not certain any individual’s trust should be placed in the good Doctor’s beverage mixing abilities.”
Spock peered down at whatever it was Bones was mixing up. Like the last party, he was curious but feeling a bit more cautious than he was before...which was probably for the best.
"Tonia. Tonia Barrows," the newest crew member so far at the bar replied with a smile, offering a hand to Angela with a friendly smile. "It's nice to meet you, Angela."
However when the First Officer arrived she had to still herself from jumping to attention. Habits were hard to break and being relaxed around superior officers, so far, was not in that category. "Would it be okay to assume that the last party I managed to miss was a blast?" Oh of course Barrows had heard about the aftermath of the first crew party but she had been far to busy to attend.
Glancing between Spock, Angela, and McCoy the Yeoman couldn't help but give a slightly bashful smile. "I guess I have reason now to be worried about whatever the Doctor manages to mix up for me?"
She shook Tonia's hand. "Nice to meet you too." Angela noted Tonia seemed a little shy around Spock, whereas Angela had fallen into the habit of being a little too relaxed with the senior officers. If she was smart about it, she would take a tip from the Yeoman and stop rolling her eyes on the Bridge when she thought Spock wasn't looking.
"Nah, I'd be more worried about his bedside manner than his bartending skills," Angela said with a teasing smile to the Doctor. "And yes. The last party was..." she searched for a good word. "perhaps legendary."
Mira took up the liquor bottles from Angela, and then reached around the bar for a glass to mix her drink into. She might have been a little gracious with the vodka- just starting the night off right, she supposed. Then, she leaned forward against the bar, looking at Bones. "You want me to have a full recovery? Don't be so worried and have fun tonight, then I'll make a full recovery," she explained, smirking. The last few days all she'd seen from him were frowns and scowls, and she did not enjoy being the cause of them- not when they weren't provoked by her sarcasm and sass. "As long as I don't have to start arguing to get you to laugh."
She drew back, bringing her drink to her lips. She took a few sips before turning over to Angela and the newcomer. "And I'm Mira," she introduced herself to Tonia with a wide smile.
Noticing Spock trying to analyze the contents of his glass, he held it up. "It's called a mint julep. A delicacy of the south. You should try one, Spock. Expand that cultural knowledge you're always bragging about."
Angela, of course, was in usual form. "I'd like to see someone, anyone on this crew have fun without me having to tend to them the next day."
At Tonia Barrows' response, however, he raised an eyebrow. "Let's hope so, Yeoman. Last party, Medical was filled with those who didn't know their limit." Bones took the time to glare at Angela, Mira, and Spock individually.
Lowering his tone to Mira, he added, "I think I know how best to advice a full recovery for my patient, Lieutenant. I don't want to see you back in my medbay for anything other than a papercut, y'hear me?"
“Then please recreate this beverage for me.” He said in response to Bones’ always well-crafted sarcasm. He found the difference in the Doctor’s selection of drinks interesting from his usual fare, but decided not to make a comment yet. Everything seemed to be progressing a lot slower than the last party.
“Mira,” He used her given name, a rarity. “It would be wise for you to avoid situations that would put you in the adequate care of our good Doctor.” Genuine concern, though wrapped in a slight jab at McCoy. The evening was off to a good start.
Spock looked around the room for the first time that night. He had been so engrossed in his chess game and subsequent conversation with Uhura that he failed to make note of everyone in the room. Even the Admiral had showed up for the event, though someone important was missing.
“I take it your usual entourage is still working.” That had to be the only thing deterring Jim Kirk. Angela was here.
Leaning on her elbow, she raised her eyebrows at Bones. "I don't know why you looked at me, too, when you said that. I did very well in knowing my limits last party." She only happened to be in Medical at that time because she was concerned about those who didn't pace themselves that night.
With the drink on her lips, Mira muttered against the glass in a biting tone, "Yes, Doctor." Although, she was sure that if she showed up at Sickbay with a paper cut he would laugh in her face. Maybe she should try it sometime.
Honestly though, she was never this accident-prone before, and it was earning her quite the reputation (one she could probably do without). It had to be this ship. She tipped back the small glass and finished the drink. "Spock," she said, mirroring him with a smile, "Trust me, I'm going to. Any helpful suggestions for that?" While her memory was spotty about the specifics of the incident, she remembered feeling the embarrassment of the Commander having to carry her paralyzed body back onto the Enterprise. Never again did she want to have to subject him or anyone else to that.
Carefully Tonia gave a soft giggle. True, they weren't the usual suspects that she herself could be seen around, but she liked them. "It's nice to meet you as well, Mira." But as McCoy called her by her rank a little sly smile managed to bubble its way up. "Last I checked I was off duty, sir, so Tonia works works if you like."
Details on the mission some of the crew had returned to were sketchy for those not involved even for the PADD pushers on the ship. Even though curiosity might push her to wanting to ask, it's not her business. With a soft mummer of thanks she accepted her drink with a smile. It had been far to long since she had the mixed drink.
"You might not be, Tonia, but I'm never off-duty," he grumbled, "not on this ship." For all his grousing, affection couldn't help but slip into his voice.
"Anyone else?" he spread his arms wide, affecting a man who was very put-upon. "Bar's open, apparently." He positioned himself in front of Spock while he made the Vulcan his drink. "First you gently press the mint leaves. Then you add syrup and an ounce of bourbon..." as he made the drink, Bones let himself talk about the history of the drink, its roots in the days of sprawling front porches and true gentlemen. He knew Spock was listening, if only to mock him later, but after spending those few critical hours with the fellow science officer during the mission, Bones didn't mind. Their intense animosity had taken on an almost amiable tone in the past few days. If it continued like this, Bones worried he might slip and actually compliment the green-blooded hobgoblin.
Sliding the drink over to Spock, he picked up his own. "Cheers, Commander."
Spock raised an eyebrow to Mira, a little confused that she had asked him such an illogical question. The answer was simple and one she had uttered out loud numerous times: be less accident-prone. Perhaps, however, something that simple was outside of her control. Spock decided to do something a little forward though not out of line with the two people he handled that mission with.
“My recommendation is to approximate yourself in the vicinity of someone who will be certain these things will not happen. Leonard,” He emphasized the name with a smugness. “as you know, is notorious of being just as paranoid as he is capable of handling medical emergencies. His company would be a wise choice.”
His eyes had shifted away from the Lieutenant and onto the Doctor with their typical knowing look, but it was his ever-so-slight smirk that was screaming You owe me…
Spock paid close attention to Bones as he created the drink and explained the intricacies of its origins. Mint existed on Vulcan also and was a highly acceptable flavor for his pallet. He was surprised something so simple and, well, elegant appealed to the good Doctor, but he decided not to say anything. He always considered Uhura, though a bit feisty (this was the term she suggested to him as an adequate descriptor for her personality quirks), was elegant and intellectual in his eyes but enjoyed the same hard liquors Bones did above all else. Obviously preferred tastes were no indicator of personality traits.
In short: Humans were weird. Fascinating, but weird.
“Cheers.” He lifted the drink, mimicking the toasting gesture they had taught him before and took a cautious sip.
Clearly being out of any sort of loop with those that she was standing with was going to make being awkward a pretty common thing. So taking a sip of her drink she stood quietly busying herself with checking something on the table out.
Glancing up once she happened to notice the Admiral entering into the room and the lack of conversation going on with him. Being a slight social butterfly she was, that was just not acceptable. So with a smile toward the others she quietly excused herself even if the others didn't hear her to approach where the older man was at.
Covering part of her mouth, Mira held back her laughter. "I think I'm close enough to the Doctor's vicinity as is," she remarked as she watched McCoy pick up his drink and migrate to another part of the room. It was always amusing to see someone else get under his skin, other than herself. "But, I'll try to take your advice."
She reached for the bottles that Angela put out for her, and begun to pour herself another drink. She smiled, raising her full glass to the fellow science officer. "Santé," she responded back in French. After taking a small sip, she started to wonder something, "Is there a Vulcan word for that? You know, 'cheers'?"
While she liked her uniform to a certain degree there was no way in she was going to wear it to a group function unless ordered. It was bad enough dealing with some of the male staff when it came to the short uniform that she didn't feel like dealing with it on her off hours. So thirty minutes later the Yeoman managed her way inside the room where the numbers were already starting to grow wearing something a little more comfortable. Placing a bright smile upon her face she started off toward the bar hoping a drink would calm the butterflies already in her stomach.
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"Don't ask either of them for a drink," was the first thing he told the newcomer, not bothering with pleasantries. "You'll only be visiting me in the morning anyway." He sent a look Angela's way that said dare to contradict me. "What do you need?"
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Casting a smile toward Angela the Yeoman turned her attention back to McCoy letting a brow softly raise. "Lynchburg lemonade if you have it if not straight up Jack works."
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"Bones here just doesn't want anyone else to have any fun," Angela mused. "Everyone had plenty of fun last time I made drinks." She shrugged, feigning like she didn't understand what the problem could possibly be.
She took a long sip of her drink, and realized she didn't really know the woman. "Oh! I'm Angela, by the way."
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“I recall you being far too liberal also, Ensign.” He said to Angela in a tone even flatter than the one he usually used. He’d forgiven her for the various incidences they had been in but he certainly wasn’t going to allow her to forget them. “However, I am not certain any individual’s trust should be placed in the good Doctor’s beverage mixing abilities.”
Spock peered down at whatever it was Bones was mixing up. Like the last party, he was curious but feeling a bit more cautious than he was before...which was probably for the best.
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However when the First Officer arrived she had to still herself from jumping to attention. Habits were hard to break and being relaxed around superior officers, so far, was not in that category. "Would it be okay to assume that the last party I managed to miss was a blast?" Oh of course Barrows had heard about the aftermath of the first crew party but she had been far to busy to attend.
Glancing between Spock, Angela, and McCoy the Yeoman couldn't help but give a slightly bashful smile. "I guess I have reason now to be worried about whatever the Doctor manages to mix up for me?"
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"Nah, I'd be more worried about his bedside manner than his bartending skills," Angela said with a teasing smile to the Doctor. "And yes. The last party was..." she searched for a good word. "perhaps legendary."
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She drew back, bringing her drink to her lips. She took a few sips before turning over to Angela and the newcomer. "And I'm Mira," she introduced herself to Tonia with a wide smile.
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Angela, of course, was in usual form. "I'd like to see someone, anyone on this crew have fun without me having to tend to them the next day."
At Tonia Barrows' response, however, he raised an eyebrow. "Let's hope so, Yeoman. Last party, Medical was filled with those who didn't know their limit." Bones took the time to glare at Angela, Mira, and Spock individually.
Lowering his tone to Mira, he added, "I think I know how best to advice a full recovery for my patient, Lieutenant. I don't want to see you back in my medbay for anything other than a papercut, y'hear me?"
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“Mira,” He used her given name, a rarity. “It would be wise for you to avoid situations that would put you in the adequate care of our good Doctor.” Genuine concern, though wrapped in a slight jab at McCoy. The evening was off to a good start.
Spock looked around the room for the first time that night. He had been so engrossed in his chess game and subsequent conversation with Uhura that he failed to make note of everyone in the room. Even the Admiral had showed up for the event, though someone important was missing.
“I take it your usual entourage is still working.” That had to be the only thing deterring Jim Kirk. Angela was here.
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With the drink on her lips, Mira muttered against the glass in a biting tone, "Yes, Doctor." Although, she was sure that if she showed up at Sickbay with a paper cut he would laugh in her face. Maybe she should try it sometime.
Honestly though, she was never this accident-prone before, and it was earning her quite the reputation (one she could probably do without). It had to be this ship. She tipped back the small glass and finished the drink. "Spock," she said, mirroring him with a smile, "Trust me, I'm going to. Any helpful suggestions for that?" While her memory was spotty about the specifics of the incident, she remembered feeling the embarrassment of the Commander having to carry her paralyzed body back onto the Enterprise. Never again did she want to have to subject him or anyone else to that.
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Details on the mission some of the crew had returned to were sketchy for those not involved even for the PADD pushers on the ship. Even though curiosity might push her to wanting to ask, it's not her business. With a soft mummer of thanks she accepted her drink with a smile. It had been far to long since she had the mixed drink.
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"Anyone else?" he spread his arms wide, affecting a man who was very put-upon. "Bar's open, apparently." He positioned himself in front of Spock while he made the Vulcan his drink. "First you gently press the mint leaves. Then you add syrup and an ounce of bourbon..." as he made the drink, Bones let himself talk about the history of the drink, its roots in the days of sprawling front porches and true gentlemen. He knew Spock was listening, if only to mock him later, but after spending those few critical hours with the fellow science officer during the mission, Bones didn't mind. Their intense animosity had taken on an almost amiable tone in the past few days. If it continued like this, Bones worried he might slip and actually compliment the green-blooded hobgoblin.
Sliding the drink over to Spock, he picked up his own. "Cheers, Commander."
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“My recommendation is to approximate yourself in the vicinity of someone who will be certain these things will not happen. Leonard,” He emphasized the name with a smugness. “as you know, is notorious of being just as paranoid as he is capable of handling medical emergencies. His company would be a wise choice.”
His eyes had shifted away from the Lieutenant and onto the Doctor with their typical knowing look, but it was his ever-so-slight smirk that was screaming You owe me…
Spock paid close attention to Bones as he created the drink and explained the intricacies of its origins. Mint existed on Vulcan also and was a highly acceptable flavor for his pallet. He was surprised something so simple and, well, elegant appealed to the good Doctor, but he decided not to say anything. He always considered Uhura, though a bit feisty (this was the term she suggested to him as an adequate descriptor for her personality quirks), was elegant and intellectual in his eyes but enjoyed the same hard liquors Bones did above all else. Obviously preferred tastes were no indicator of personality traits.
In short: Humans were weird. Fascinating, but weird.
“Cheers.” He lifted the drink, mimicking the toasting gesture they had taught him before and took a cautious sip.
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Glancing up once she happened to notice the Admiral entering into the room and the lack of conversation going on with him. Being a slight social butterfly she was, that was just not acceptable. So with a smile toward the others she quietly excused herself even if the others didn't hear her to approach where the older man was at.
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She reached for the bottles that Angela put out for her, and begun to pour herself another drink. She smiled, raising her full glass to the fellow science officer. "Santé," she responded back in French. After taking a small sip, she started to wonder something, "Is there a Vulcan word for that? You know, 'cheers'?"
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