02 ✩ [open bar thread!] like living in the stone ages

[daredtodo]

Slings? Slings were stupid, ungodly, antagonizing inventions. Even though Jim was well aware that they’d been used successfully for hundreds if not thousands of years by plenty of species, including his own, he still hated them. Waiting, in general, for injuries to heal was severely overrated and, from experience, he knew, tended to lead to things

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[agreat_thief]

It was a Friday night and Bela was bored. Fed up with being cooped up in her room with nothing to do, she decided to go out and see what the night life of El Dorado had to offer. She was wearing this little number and her hair was loose around her shoulders. Bela always dressed to impress, no matter what the occasion.

After wandering for what seemed like an eternity, Bela came across a bar she had never been to. She stepped inside, taking a good look around to get a feel for the place. Locating the main bar, Bela walked over, heels clicking on the wooden floor before she slid into an empty bar stool, gesturing to the bartender.

"A glass of Chardonnay, please."

[daredtodo]

It had been noted before that Jim could be easily distracted by shiny things. Of course, the shiny, leggy things he so often used to get distracted by rarely came in such actually shiny packages. Shiny, high-maintenance packages, actually, judging by the drinkk order.

He watched the brunnette silently and covertly through her first sip, then turned his body more completely to offer a friendly, "hey."

[agreat_thief]

At the sound of a voice, Bela looked up to see where it was coming from. She turned around and caught a glimpse of the source before she faced him. Bela looked him over, taking in the blue eyes, that smile and...a sling? She wondered what happened to him. Anyway, he was quite good-looking and who was she to deny a little company. Especially company that looked like him.

Bela gave him a soft smile. "Hello there."

[daredtodo]

He happened to himself, really, but that was a conversation for due time. "Now don't tell me a beautiful woman like you has to drink alone."

[hasperkynipples]

Dean was drinking much harder things than beer.

Whiskey was his poison at the moment, and he was knocking them back like they're going out of style. He had had a hell of a week, and it wasn't looking like it was going to be getting better anytime soon. He was still jumping at anything that moved and he looked like hell warmed over.

He was just going to keep drinking. Feel free to try and stop him, Jim.

[daredtodo]

It was in Jim's nature to find someone who looked twitchy and brawl worthy if he was in the mood to provoke. And, well, there was this one guy who fit the part perfectly. Of course, Jim reasoned over time, Bones would be proud he could start up conversations at bars without necessarily looking for sex or a fight. So it may have took him a while, but the way that guy was drinking, it seemed like he'd be there a while.

Eventually, when the stranger was just about in need of a new glass, Jim brought two over to join him, one tumbler awkwardly by his chest, goddamn sling.

"Another one?"

[hasperkynipples]

Dean looked up at him, trying to figure out if he recognized him for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure. Thanks."

[daredtodo]

"You looked like you could use some company," Jim offered, setting down the glass for the other next to his last one before sitting, himself. "I'm Jim."

[notanemptymotto]

She had decided to check up on the Captain. He was a friend of Dr. McCoy, who she considered a friend, and it had been some time since they talked. Not to mention that Helen Magnus was possibly the biggest mother bear in the entire universe. And, in all honesty, Helen never passed up the chance to check up on a friend.

So, she followed where people said the young Kirk would be. Which just so happened to be the bar. How fitting.

Without letting him know she was there, Helen slid onto the bar stool beside Kirk. "Do they approve of a person of your rank drinking away like this?"

[daredtodo]

An man less used to bars probably would've jumped at that sneakk attack, Ms Magnus. You're lucky Jim is terribly used to the come-and-go nature of barmates.

"Not necessarily, but when the person who's really supposed to be keeping that in check is the one with all the good liquor, it's kind of hard for him to say anything," he said with a crooked grin, referrencing Bones. "Good evening, Helen. Can I buy you a drink?"

[notanemptymotto]

"If you'd like. Though, you're injured, I think it would be entirely inappropriate, Captain." Helen said with a flirty smile. "Perhaps I could buy the next one for you?"

[daredtodo]

"Alright, how 'bout we switch off?" Without waiting for her to consent to that, because he was going to buy her at least one drink tonight, Jim waved the bartender over.