Spock was a great many things, some of them even negative (i.e. kind of an asshole to that Ensign in Tactical), but the man was rarely late
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Bones was a bit reluctant about this party. He was emotionally exhausted from the mission, Mira's recovery, and the sudden release from Command-- not to mention all the sincerely stupid decisions he'd made that night in Jim's quarters. He couldn't remember the specifics, but he remembered enough. Hell, he'd had to avoid Janice's gaze for days afterward. The poor Yeoman hadn't known about Bones' reputation as Jim Kirk's wingman, and that wasn't exactly how he'd wanted her to find out. Her or anyone else.
Unfortunately, Jim had already told him that his attendance was mandatory lest Bones wanted everyone knowing about the time in the medical supply closet over term break. Wasn't my damn fault I didn't know that closet locked from the outside and that the building was empty, he grumbled, as if saying it again would somehow change the fact that when Jim found him seven hours later he could barely stand from laughter
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This time, Angela told herself, she wouldn't make a scene. Sure, she was going to get drunk, but not outrageously so. This didn't stop the Ensign from locating her own bottle of champagne for the evening.
Entering the lounge, she was surprised to find Bones, Uhura and Spock - and no one else. For a brief moment, she wondered if this was some sort of bizarre joke, though she couldn't figure out what the punch line would be. She couldn't help but smile at Spock's idea of casual attire. Angela, like Uhura, had jumped at the chance to wear civvies. She'd opted for a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a tank top, mostly pleased to be out of her regulation skirt.
Joining Bones at the bar, she grinned, and teased "Hey! Did Jim force you to come?" There was a beat, and her grin became just a bit more diabolical. "Want me to make you a drink?" He hadn't made it to the last party, but knew he'd heard all about the mess her bartending skills had created.
Mira arrived to the party on a mission. She was feeling optimistic and energized after being reduced to a crippled heap on a sickbed for days- even though at times the back of her shoulders felt sore. After so much poking and prodding and patching up, she wanted nothing more than a few good drinks and some laughs. Her last party experience had been enjoyable, and rather tame (no real complaints there), but she felt more at ease with the crew after bonding with most of them; the first party was more of a meet and greet for the newcomer science specialist
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With the lights so dim, Bones couldn't see a damn thing until it was nearly right in front of his face. He knew someone was walking towards him, but only knew it was Angela a moment before she started speaking. He noticed she was in civilian clothes, as was Uhura. Spock, for his part, looked even more the part of unfeeling robot in all black. It made the green tint in his skin stand out, too
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Spock may not have found a need to wear civilian clothes, but Uhura was going to find any excuse to get out of her regulation uniform. At least, she was going to look for a reason to be out of it that didn't see SPOCK removing it from her in some form or fashion. And since he had obviously liked her attire the last time she'd attended a party organized by the Captain, she opted for something that showed a little more boob and a little more leg.
She didn't think her companion would mind. She waltzed into the room like she owned it, having already taken a sip of something not exactly on the menu of drinks that one drank while on duty. Part of it had been to calm her nerves while getting dressed and the rest of it had been to calm her nerves in regards to any party antics that might get out of hand. Then again, she'd made a friend in Angela, so she couldn't chalk the last time up to an entire loss.
Not to mention the absolutely amazing experience of seeing her Vulcan get drunk, lose control and make her positively sore the next morning
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He didn’t even need to look up from his game to know that Uhura was in a particularly contented mood that wasn’t entirely sober.The tone of her voice gave it away to him, though he was sure no one else would notice. Sometimes she did such illogical things. He shot her a knowing glance as he moved his next chess piece into checkmate on the board. That system is in need of reprogramming…
He rose from his seat to greet her with a gentle brush of his lips against her cheek. There was no reason in being overly discreet when they were among friends, though it was difficult for him to even let go a little. Admiring her civilian outfit for just a second, he was certain she caught the gesture. He was no master of subtly when it came to her observational skills.
“You look particularly well this evening, Lieutenant.” Their conversations probably seemed like harmless back and forth between friends to outsiders, but in situations where it was generally deemed (by Spock) inappropriate to engage in physical expressions, they stuck with sub
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As the last of the files had been sent off, the Yeoman had hurried to her quarters as fast as she could knowing that she was quite possibly going to be late for the second planed party on the ship. Yes she might have been one of the newer crew members, but she was not going to miss getting to know some of the others because So-and-so from such-and-such a place had decided to drop a late supply order off to her station! Even if she did stay past time to get it in for them! Which they would so owe her for that
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Fantastic, more trouble, Bones thought as he watched a young woman approach their little group at the bar. He might have seen her in passing, but Bones had little time for people who weren't nurses, patients, or Jim. Though she was wearing civilian clothes, he could only assume someone so young was still a Yeoman.
"Don't ask either of them for a drink," was the first thing he told the newcomer, not bothering with pleasantries. "You'll only be visiting me in the morning anyway." He sent a look Angela's way that said dare to contradict me. "What do you need?"
Tonia just smiled a little shy sort of smile as she glanced the assortment of drinks over before looking back up at the Doctor. Mostly she knew him by reputation only and having seen him in passing once or twice. "I'm afraid you might be lacking a patient in the morning, Doctor. So far I have no plans to be on the list for the mornings rounds."
Casting a smile toward Angela the Yeoman turned her attention back to McCoy letting a brow softly raise. "Lynchburg lemonade if you have it if not straight up Jack works."
Angela flashed a wide smile at the Doctor. She did, perhaps, have a bit of a heavy hand with the booze. Whatever. It was everyone else's loss.
"Bones here just doesn't want anyone else to have any fun," Angela mused. "Everyone had plenty of fun last time I made drinks." She shrugged, feigning like she didn't understand what the problem could possibly be.
She took a long sip of her drink, and realized she didn't really know the woman. "Oh! I'm Angela, by the way."
Pike decided to attend the party. Starfleet sent him out here to see how the officers handled themselves, so he might as well see what all the fuss was about.
He was smart enough to leave the uniform in the closet and instead went with civilian clothes. He got himself a glass of scotch and positioned himself near the edge of things. He didn't want to interfere with the crew's fun.
Who on the ship didn't know who the man near the edge of the gathering was? Any person would have to live under a rock or on Delta Vega not to know who the Admiral was. Even in her Cadet years, though, Tonia was still sort of a small town girl at heart and while the party was nice a little breather was warranted.
Drink in hand the Yeoman made her way over giving the older man a warm smile of greeting. "Good evening, sir. Enjoying the party so far?"
"Barrows, sir. Tonia Barrows." Looking about she pulled over a chair sliding in to it with a sigh. "And probably not. I usually end up getting stuck at my station going through paperwork before it gets sent out to Command." With a wry little smile she eyed her drink carefully. "Very fast paced job and the like."
Pausing only once the Yeoman seemed to consider her words slightly before saying them. "It's good to see you back on the ship, sir."
Marla had arrived late and managed to slip into the party unnoticed, which she was thankful for. Tardiness was something she was kind of known for, and she'd really prefer to not have it brought up yet again. Not her fault she tended to take her time making herself look presentable. Nothing too flashy, just an old dress that she found with her things.
She was not quite sure why she'd decided to attend anyway, besides perhaps the change of scenery from her quarters. She took a seat in a quieter corner, crossing her legs and taking a look around, hands folded protectively over the old paperback copy of Les Miserables that was in her lap. Never hurt to be prepared for boredom, after all. Somehow in her head reading at a party would look less odd than leaving early.
If Marla had wanted to spend the whole night hiding in the corner, she was going to be sorely disappointed. Angela spotted her bright red hair from across the room, and frowned to herself. Not having a blast was not okay. Marla was her new mission for the evening - Bones and Mira could sort themselves out, and if they didn't, she would just harass them again later.
She poured a second glass of champagne, and headed straight for Marla, reminding herself to try not to be overwhelming (a difficult task indeed). "Marla!" she greeted the woman cheerfully. "You can't sit in the corner all night. Here." Angela practically shoved the glass of champagne at the other woman. "Drink up. Relax!"
Angela, though uninvited, took a seat next to Marla. "What's that? You brought a book?" She was clearly surprised, and her follow up question was one of even more disbelief. "A paper book?"
Marla had just cracked into her book and was holding it close to her face when Angela appeared, and she jumped a little, remaining composed. Oh well, so much for making an appearance and being on her way. She closed the book and set it down again, smiling a little.
"Oh! Hello," she said, blinking rapidly in surprise at the flute thrust at her. She took it to be polite and took a dainty sip. Champagne wasn't really her thing. "Thank you."
"Mm, yes," Marla smiled, offering the book to Angela for inspection. "I prefer the paper ones. Just something about them, you know?"
Angela shrugged. She liked to read, and paper books were interesting in their own way, but this was a party. There was no reason to be reading at a party. "Yeah," she agreed, "I get it."
She studied Marla for a moment. The redhead was practically Angela's opposite, and it just made Angela want to drag some excitement out of the shy, quiet woman. "You really should have come to the last party. Jim throws an amazing party." She grinned. "But, whatever. I'm glad you're here. It's good relax every once in a while so it's not work work work all the time."
Taking a long drink of her champagne, she smiled. "You know, everyone is still pretty sober and mellow right now if you wanted to use the chance to say hi to everyone."
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Unfortunately, Jim had already told him that his attendance was mandatory lest Bones wanted everyone knowing about the time in the medical supply closet over term break. Wasn't my damn fault I didn't know that closet locked from the outside and that the building was empty, he grumbled, as if saying it again would somehow change the fact that when Jim found him seven hours later he could barely stand from laughter ( ... )
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Entering the lounge, she was surprised to find Bones, Uhura and Spock - and no one else. For a brief moment, she wondered if this was some sort of bizarre joke, though she couldn't figure out what the punch line would be. She couldn't help but smile at Spock's idea of casual attire. Angela, like Uhura, had jumped at the chance to wear civvies. She'd opted for a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a tank top, mostly pleased to be out of her regulation skirt.
Joining Bones at the bar, she grinned, and teased "Hey! Did Jim force you to come?" There was a beat, and her grin became just a bit more diabolical. "Want me to make you a drink?" He hadn't made it to the last party, but knew he'd heard all about the mess her bartending skills had created.
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She didn't think her companion would mind. She waltzed into the room like she owned it, having already taken a sip of something not exactly on the menu of drinks that one drank while on duty. Part of it had been to calm her nerves while getting dressed and the rest of it had been to calm her nerves in regards to any party antics that might get out of hand. Then again, she'd made a friend in Angela, so she couldn't chalk the last time up to an entire loss.
Not to mention the absolutely amazing experience of seeing her Vulcan get drunk, lose control and make her positively sore the next morning ( ... )
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He rose from his seat to greet her with a gentle brush of his lips against her cheek. There was no reason in being overly discreet when they were among friends, though it was difficult for him to even let go a little. Admiring her civilian outfit for just a second, he was certain she caught the gesture. He was no master of subtly when it came to her observational skills.
“You look particularly well this evening, Lieutenant.” Their conversations probably seemed like harmless back and forth between friends to outsiders, but in situations where it was generally deemed (by Spock) inappropriate to engage in physical expressions, they stuck with sub ( ... )
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"Don't ask either of them for a drink," was the first thing he told the newcomer, not bothering with pleasantries. "You'll only be visiting me in the morning anyway." He sent a look Angela's way that said dare to contradict me. "What do you need?"
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Casting a smile toward Angela the Yeoman turned her attention back to McCoy letting a brow softly raise. "Lynchburg lemonade if you have it if not straight up Jack works."
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"Bones here just doesn't want anyone else to have any fun," Angela mused. "Everyone had plenty of fun last time I made drinks." She shrugged, feigning like she didn't understand what the problem could possibly be.
She took a long sip of her drink, and realized she didn't really know the woman. "Oh! I'm Angela, by the way."
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He was smart enough to leave the uniform in the closet and instead went with civilian clothes. He got himself a glass of scotch and positioned himself near the edge of things. He didn't want to interfere with the crew's fun.
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Drink in hand the Yeoman made her way over giving the older man a warm smile of greeting. "Good evening, sir. Enjoying the party so far?"
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Pausing only once the Yeoman seemed to consider her words slightly before saying them. "It's good to see you back on the ship, sir."
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She was not quite sure why she'd decided to attend anyway, besides perhaps the change of scenery from her quarters. She took a seat in a quieter corner, crossing her legs and taking a look around, hands folded protectively over the old paperback copy of Les Miserables that was in her lap. Never hurt to be prepared for boredom, after all. Somehow in her head reading at a party would look less odd than leaving early.
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She poured a second glass of champagne, and headed straight for Marla, reminding herself to try not to be overwhelming (a difficult task indeed). "Marla!" she greeted the woman cheerfully. "You can't sit in the corner all night. Here." Angela practically shoved the glass of champagne at the other woman. "Drink up. Relax!"
Angela, though uninvited, took a seat next to Marla. "What's that? You brought a book?" She was clearly surprised, and her follow up question was one of even more disbelief. "A paper book?"
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"Oh! Hello," she said, blinking rapidly in surprise at the flute thrust at her. She took it to be polite and took a dainty sip. Champagne wasn't really her thing. "Thank you."
"Mm, yes," Marla smiled, offering the book to Angela for inspection. "I prefer the paper ones. Just something about them, you know?"
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She studied Marla for a moment. The redhead was practically Angela's opposite, and it just made Angela want to drag some excitement out of the shy, quiet woman. "You really should have come to the last party. Jim throws an amazing party." She grinned. "But, whatever. I'm glad you're here. It's good relax every once in a while so it's not work work work all the time."
Taking a long drink of her champagne, she smiled. "You know, everyone is still pretty sober and mellow right now if you wanted to use the chance to say hi to everyone."
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