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[drama_maureen]

It was late, and Maureen was walking back to Bohemia after a performance at the club. She had no idea where she'd put the sandals she'd been wearing when she'd come in earlier that night - after searching all over the dressing room area she'd finally given up, and so she was teetering on the path in stilettos. Okay, not teetering, really - she

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[youwereameteor]

Call it a wandering heart, but Jim still feels the need to explore a little, which is how he comes to be wandering and...you know, sometimes, you get incontrovertible proof that something in the universe loves you. His Mom raised him too well to stare, which doesn't mean he doesn't catch a good look before he averts his eyes.

"Need a little help, ma'am?" he asks.

[drama_maureen]

Maureen cinched the robe around her waist before replying, though by the time she got a good look at him she thought maybe she should have let him have a second look. Hel-lo.

"You'd think I would have mastered the art of walking by now, right?" she laughed. She leaned down and picked up her bag. "This will serve as a good lesson, I'll never lose my street shoes again."

[youwereameteor]

"Hey. We all let ourselves down from time to time." He extends one hand, offering to take the bag from her, giving her a full wattage James T. Kirk grin.

"Can't say I'm sorry to be around to witness it."

[drama_maureen]

Maureen laughed again and handed him the bag. "Well, then I suppose I'll forgo my embarrassment for now and just be glad that I gave you a thrill." She smirked. "I've always depended on the kindness of strangers. I don't suppose you'd be willing to escort me home in case I find myself faceplanting into another tree on the way?"

[youwereameteor]

"No need to be embarrassed around me," he says, easily shouldering the bag and offering her his other arm. Ostensibly for support.

"It'd be a pleasure, Ma'am," he says, still grinning. "You sure you don't want to change before we go?"

[drama_maureen]

Maureen lifted an eyebrow. "I'm not sure how baring my ass to the wind to change will be any better than making it the rest of the way home. It really isn't far. And I might even invite you in for a drink."

Though she did look down at her shoes and sigh a little. She leaned over and unhooked them, then took them off, dangling from her fingers and setting her bare feet in the dirt. "That should help," she said, and took his arm again. "I'm Maureen, by the way."

[youwereameteor]

"Who said anything about bearing your ass to the wind?" says Jim, but he's still smiling when he says it, obviously teasing. Let other guys act like assholes and mean it.

"Good to meet you, Maureen," he says, with a little tilt of his head. "James T. Kirk. You wanna borrow my sneakers?"

[drama_maureen]

"That's very chivalrous of you, James, but if one of us is going to be barefoot it might as well be the one dumb enough to wear stilettos home." She pointedly started walking in the direction of Bohemia. "So have you not been here long? I think I'd remember you..."

[youwereameteor]

"Jim, please." Even his Mom's husband doesn't call him James. He lets her lead him along by the arm, making sure to give her any support she needs.

"Not long, no. Couple of weeks. And I'm pretty sure I'd remember you, too, Maureen."

[drama_maureen]

"Jim, got it." She flashed him a charming smile. "And for the record, I don't normally walk around at night in stilettos and lingerie. I dance at the club - have you been there?"

[youwereameteor]

It's a good smile, and Jim echoes it a little.

"You break every guy's heart like that, Maureen?" he asks, both eyebrows raised, and then he shakes her head in answer to her question. "Haven't had that please."

In all honesty, strip clubs have never been Jim Kirk's thing. He likes to be able to touch.

[drama_maureen]

"Not all the guy's hearts," Maureen assured him with a wink. "The lucky ones get private shows. And - there we are. That's my place." She pointed. "I have a roommate, but ten to one he's already asleep."

[youwereameteor]

"What's the charge for a private show? For my reference."

He is well bought enough though that he lets go of her arm and steps back slightly, holding the bag out to her.

"Guess this is where I leave you, then."

[drama_maureen]

"No charge, you just have to meet my extensive criteria. The smile's a nice start."

Then she lifted an eyebrow. "Sure you don't want to come in for a drink? The alcohol's awful but the company's not bad."

[youwereameteor]

"Do I get filled in on the criteria ahead of time?" he asks, still holding the bag out to her. He pretends to think about it for a moment.

"Drink'd be good, yeah."

[drama_maureen]

"Don't you know that learning the rules is half the fun of the game?" Maureen teased, and took the bag before opening the door and stepping inside. She was right, the door to Prior's room was already closed. He tended to sleep a lot, but then, he had the whole time she'd known him, so it didn't cause her too much worry.

"Welcome to my home," she said. "You'll find comfortable seating, as my roommate is a seamstress and makes pillows when he's bored."