Also known as 'Shore-leave-aftermath' [Open]

[mr_chekov]

A wild mass of curly hair groaned and buried itself deeper into a fort of pillows and blankets, the curtains of the hotel only pulled in so far and so a shining slit of light had interrupted Pasha’s sleep. The Ensign forced her eyes open, despite the protest of inner teenager just to roll over and go back to sleep, begrudgingly she battled her way

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o hi, mind if i join? D:

[fenceforflowers]

Last night had to have been one of the most eventful and crazy nights that Hikaru had experienced in a long time. There'd been a massive party at an area bar and he'd chosen to go, if only to let loose and forget about his job for a few hours. He'd forgotten how much fun he could have once he was off the bridge of the Enterprise. Thankfully, he hadn't been the only crew member there. Almost half of the entire crew had been part of the bar extravaganza. In fact, because of one participating crew member, he was now walking down the hall of a hotel, coffee in hand, on his way to make a delivery

:3 Kindly do.

[mr_chekov]

Speaking in a different language to the majority of the people you knew had its rare advantages, such as the ability to curse like a sailor in times of total and complete panic.

Praying that it was just a maid coming to clean the room, she unlocked the door and peered through the gap. It was Hikaru. The girl was well into panic mode now, she couldn’t close the door or he’d think something was wrong and she couldn’t open it and let her friend in because, frankly, she looked a complete state. She froze in a blind panic, her brilliant mind attempting to work through the haze of a severe hangover to figure out a solution.

Aha! That would do. “One second please. I’m not decent.” Pasha yelled, cursing how thick her accent sounded, with her tongue numb and heavy. Speedily she scooped up a scarf from her suitcase and wound it around her neck, hoping to cover most of the small bruises and firmly tied the sweatpants around her small hips. Dashing back open she pulled the door open. “Dobroe ut-. Sorry. Morning.” Chekov greeted.

Re: :3 Kindly do.

[fenceforflowers]

When the door opened a crack and Hikaru could see Pasha peek outside the room, his face started to light up into a friendly smile. That, however, was cut short when she jumped back from the door and announced to him that she was not decent. All of a sudden, Hikaru felt very awkward and nervous. Maybe even a little bit regretful that he'd thought this was a good idea in the first place.

Finally, when Pasha opened the door all the way and greeted him, Sulu put on his smile again and held out the still warm coffee.

"Uh, hey! Hi. Er. Good morning." He shifted his weight from one foot to another and cleared his throat, trying to make things a little less strange. Pasha's current attire looked haphazard and rushed and she looked like she'd just woken up. "Coffee? I didn't know if you wanted cream or sugar in it so I just got it black. Nice scarf."

[mr_chekov]

Coffee. Good God, Hikaru Sulu was a saviour. For some reason, even though she knew her friend was just coming to check on her, she didn’t mind because it was Hikaru, if it had been anyone else she probably would have thrown the cowboy boot sitting happily in her bathroom. Pasha gratefully took the coffee, offering a slight smile. “Thank you.” she glanced down at her scarf and nervously adjusted it, attempting to make sure that all of her neck was covered. “I vas feeling a bit cold this morning