building begins...

[oneandtogether]

Spock had never believed in idleness; once he had decided upon a course of action, he wasted no time in suiting plan to deed. Thus, it was only the following day after his conversation with Kirk in the rec room that he took to walking the island looking for possible sites on which he could construct a dwelling. He had not settled upon a design, but

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[jamestiberius]

Jim wrapped up his conversation with the barback --Ellen, as he'd pried out of her, smirk and all -- and shook his head softly before turning to the quiet presence at his side. "Spock," He said, feigning surprise. "Don't give me that look, willya, I was just being friendly." He pulled a sip off his first and only beer; he'd been exploring and meeting people, not looking to get drunk.

His lips quirked into a smile. "Unless you want a round of chocolate milk shots, I take it you wanted to talk to me?"

[oneandtogether]

Spock's eyebrow twitches. He has spent months deflecting Jim's comments about chocolate, implying that one should not believe rumors spread around the Academy, amusing as it might be to think they are true. Mostly he does not like to think what Jim might do if he were to confirm the story, and does not think living in a state of mild paranoia would be good for his health.

"How you interpret my expression is up to you," he says with a slight shrug. "And I hardly fault you for making acquaintances, whatever the difference in your ages may be. But yes, I wished to speak to you. I promised to inform you when I had found a place to build, and I believe I have done so."

[jamestiberius]

Kirk notes the eyebrow twitch with a tiny smile; Spock has a great poker face, but there are moments when he slips. And Jim is great at poker.

"Well, then I'm interpreting it as 'Gee, Captain, you look hard at work, reconnoitering the island watering hole.'" He pulled on his beer quickly before narrowing his eyes at Spock. "And come on, now, she's not old." He always did appreciate a woman in her prime.

His eyebrows shot up, a wide grin on his face. "You found a spot? Hot damn." He tipped back the bottle, quickly downing the last gulp. He slapped Spock hard on the shoulder, eyes twinkling. "Lead the way."

[oneandtogether]

"Your paraphrasing is accurate," Spock admits. Jim is very good at reading people, sometimes uncannily so. It is unsettling at times, but nonetheless impressive.

Spock had anticipated the possibility that the captain's interest in his building project would wane with time, and so his quick readiness to follow where Spock led was something of a surprise. "It is not close," he warns as they exit the bar, "but not very far as island distances are considered." He had seen a young man earlier riding a hoverboard that flashed red and gold in the sun; Spock was not envious, but he could not help being curious where such a thing might be procured. If nothing else, it would make travel easier-- and likely give Jim something to distract him besides the bar.