Personal quarters, Day 45 [Private/Unfinished]

[owns_the_chair]

It was cold. No, that would be an understatement. It was absolutely freezing in Jim's quarters and he half expected a giant red bug-monster to pop out of nowhere and try to eat him any second now. He pulled another blanket around himself and grumbled all the way to the door. How was anyone supposed to actually sleep in temperatures that would make

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[transwarp_beam]

Scotty stopped, looking from side to side warily in the vain hope that maybe, just maybe, there was some other Chief Engineer in the vicinity that his captain might be talking to. Nope. The corridor was deserted. He fixed Kirk with a look of deep suspicion. "Oh aye?"

[owns_the_chair]

"Aye," he nodded and crooked a finger at Scotty, beckoning him closer. "Why don't you come in? Have a drink? Take a trip down memory lane to Delta Vega?" And really, Scotty should be suspicious by the smirk on Jim's face.

[transwarp_beam]

"Appealin' as that sounds..." he said dryly. Because he just loved being reminded of the worst six months of his life. "What y'got to drink?" He was open to being talked into whatever he was being talked into if there was some good booze in it for him.

[owns_the_chair]

"Some whisky, I think," he pretended to ponder and took a step back, sweeping his arm out in a grand gesture for Scotty to enter his sub-zero quarters.