MCA #10, Friday Morning

[captaininthree]

The island had, so far, made him sing and rained odd things down on everyone. So, all in all, this morning's little 'surprise' was actually far more pleasant than any of those had been.

Especially when you had a rack like Jim's.

"I love this island!"

[[Establishy unless you have a reason to show up there! Yeah, you, Lohan.]]

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[maythrowuponyou]

Somehow, Bones had managed to not freak out about his predicament. Mostly because he didn't want to draw attention to himself and have Emma tease him to death. She would. She so would.

This meant that he didn't get to let out his frustration until he got to Jim's apartment.

"Dammit, Jim! This town sucks!" Bones shouted, shutting the door behind him.

It turned out a flannel shirt plus a belt equaled a dress in Bones' book.

[captaininthree]

"I don't know, maybe you're not looking at it from the right angle," Jim replied, head cocked to the side and--shamelessly ogling Bones' chest.

[maythrowuponyou]

Bones automatically crossed his arms over his chest self-consciously. Not that it covered much when you had a balcony you could do Shakespeare off of.

"And what angle would that be?" Bones asked, pointedly looking at Jim's face and not anywhere near his chest.

Even if it did look nice judging from the quick glance he caught when he came in.

[captaininthree]

Jim just waved his hands down at his chest. Busty Star Fleet officers for the win, please.