Council Election Party

[broken_brushes]

It was always a good day when the democratic process had been carried out without a hitch, and this day was no exception. The results of the latest Island Council election were in, and it was time to celebrate, not only the results, but the process itself. And given the number of hardships they endured on the island, a celebration was something

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[leftwithmybones]

Of all the things he's seen on the Island, the Council is one of the few that gives him the good kind of hope that he likes to experience. A responsible governing body that takes care of things? Hell, it's enough for him to attend the party and the drinks are enough to make him stay. He's made sure to get himself a glass of bourbon and has pried himself away from his current work (which involves a broad-spectrum antibiotic harvested from only island-made materials) and has told himself that tonight, he has to enjoy himself for a least a good minute.

[youwereameteor]

"Bones!"

He's barely limping anymore, although his ankle still needs to be favoured, from time to time. Still, few people love a party as much as James T. Kirk, and he's intending to enjoy himself as much as he can. Hell, he's planning on needing to be poured into bed. He's making a good start.

"Smiling wouldn't kill you, you know!"

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy isn't sure why he's surprised when he turns and sees Jim look like he picked a fight with a door and a wall and managed to come out the loser. "Maybe not, but whatever got you during the first round might. Damn it, Jim, what the hell did you do to yourself and why didn't you come see me sooner?" Those bruises aren't exactly brand new looking.

[youwereameteor]

"I meant to," says Jim, holding up one finger. "I definitely meant to, but, you know, I woke up the next morning and it didn't really hurt as much and Reid had sort of calmed down."

He shrugs.

"It was only a little fall, Bones. Barely anything."

[leftwithmybones]

"You better not be saying barely anything while that brain of yours is bleeding," is all McCoy warns mildly, deciding that hell, a blue moon can rise and he can take Jim at his word for once. "I'm glad to hear that the boyfriend has sense. I take it he freaked out when he saw all this?" he asks, gesturing to Jim's whole person.

[youwereameteor]

"The boyfriend's a genius, Bones," says Jim, looking deeply amused as he knocks back the rest of his drink. He considers the question for a moment.

"He was...far from fucking amused."

[leftwithmybones]

"Like I said, sense," McCoy says with a slight smirk on his face, taking a look at Jim and stealing the glass from his hand. "You should at least have come by for painkillers. Just because you can endure the pain doesn't mean you have to."

[youwereameteor]

"It's not that bad, Bones," says Jim, holding up one hand and making a small, dismissive gesture, shaking his head.

"I don't need pills and I definitely don't need hyposprays."

[leftwithmybones]

He can't help a bemused smile at that, wondering if Jim really still despises hyposprays just because he might have needed almost a half-dozen within a couple minutes. "That pretty face of yours is all messed up, Jim. It kinda looks that bad," he offers, mildly apologetic. "But if you say it's fine, then it's fine. What the hell were you doing, anyway?"

[youwereameteor]

"It's not that bad, Bones, and you know it. Stop laying it on so thick for comic effect." Jim rolls his eyes expansively.

"Rappelling. With the gear I got in January. I misjudged and lost my grip. It really wasn't a big fall."

[leftwithmybones]

He's still not fully okay with the notion, but he lets it drop for Jim's sake, knowing that he's a grown man and he can choose to do what he wants with his life. "If that's as much adventuring as you can get up to here, I think I won't be put into an early grave. Though, I'm sure Spock'll inevitably get to that with all his 'logic'."

[youwereameteor]

"Screw that," says Jim, laughing and reaching for a bottle of alcohol that someone's happily left in reach, topping up his glass and then offering it to Bones.

"If we all waited for Spock's approval we'd still be sitting on our asses doing nothing next week sometime."

[leftwithmybones]

"Tell that to him sometime," McCoy says as he relaxes slightly, extending his glass out as he's never one to ignore the offering of more booze. "Honest to god, Jim, I have days where I wonder how the hell he got to be my roommate and then I think maybe it's just more karma catching up to me."

[youwereameteor]

"I've known you for a long time Bones," says Jim, looking undeniably amused. "And if anyone ever deserved a vulcan roommate, it's definitely you."

[leftwithmybones]

"Yeah, but at this rate," he says wryly, "think of all the good will I'll have earned." He softens slightly, trying not to puff out with quite so much vitriol. "Hell, Jim, it's not half bad. Once I get past wanting to knock him upside the head everytime he fails to get something. He's quiet, doesn't bring anyone home, and knows what I'm talking about when I bring up rare vaccination generating formulas."

[vendettaevey]

Evey didn't vote, though she would admit that her skepticism regarding government decreased as the months without a spontaneous outbreak of Norsefire fever increased. The party wasn't just for those who voted, though, so she attended, wearing a cornflower blue calf length sundress that looked remarkably nice on her, if she said so herself.

When she saw Dr. McCoy near the food table, she moved in that direction carefully. She did like speaking to him when he wasn't unpleasant and if he was unpleasant, she would simply detour towards the food.

"Good evening, Doctor," she greeted him politely.