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When: Friday night. Nine sharp.
Rating: PG. Because Spock says so.
Characters: James T. Kirk (starfleet_pimp) and Spock (pointyears).
Summary: Captain’s orders. They hit a bar, learn human customs, and become BFFS DESU?! All in a night’s work for the Enterprise crew.
Log:
Spock held no delusions as to the ulterior motive behind such a request from the Captain. They were to journey into a questionable facility established for the consumption of alcohol; a rampantly popular human custom, and one the half Vulcan had avoided quite easily as of yet. It would seem however, as with many things related to a one James T. Kirk, that he would be coerced into disrupting his previous notion of the pastime to experience it himself. Whether or not this would end unfavorably was another matter entirely.
"Captain, I believe we are approaching our destination." Having insisted upon the use of their tricorder and tracking devices, Spock had chosen what appeared to be a suitable objective in which to station for the next few hours. Despite the fact that they did not, by any means, need equipment in order to visit a bar. You can take the Vulcan out of the - "In what manner do we proceed?"
This was going to be a long, long night.