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[hippocraticly]

[McCoy had heard from various people that there was a party in the Holosuits. But the doctor was quite content to stay in his quarters and conduct his own research since he was barred from Sickbay, but a certain blonde gymnast with a penchant for scribbling Trill spots over him dictated otherwise and he found himself dragged to the party

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[trillingly]

[ It seemed like the party hadn't started yet. Holly was most likely waiting for others to show up. So she had strode over to the doctor. She had a long golden dress on that defiantly showed her spots as a Trill. Thankfully she recognized his face from Starfleet History and seeing him as that seventeen year old boy. ]

You seem rather dressed up. Even doctors have days off?

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy notices the woman in a golden dress striding over to him confidently and covered from head to toe in very familiar spots. He cannot hide an air of disbelief; yet another Trill? Seems like they were all starting to crawl at the woodworks and he regards her evenly from his corner.]

When they are barred from Sickbay, yes.

[trillingly]

It's a little funny. The last time I saw you, McCoy, you were still unsure about sticking your hand inside someone to stop internal bleeding before the medics could arrive. What time does to people.

[hippocraticly]

[He falls silent after the Trill says that. And then after a moment of consideration over her words, he tries:]

... Nar?

[thirdhost]

[ the styles of dress emony found available in the replicator's database was unlike anything she'd worn before, so different from what her species considered to be formal wear, but she'd finally settled on something that appealed to her alien tastes, hoping it fit the occasion. she'd sent leonard ahead of her, wanting to surprise him, with the backless red dress that showed off the spots on her shoulders and sides, as well as fit snugly against her shapely, athletic form. she'd pinned the hair she normally wore down up and after making sure the tribble wasn't anywhere he'd end up getting stepped on later, she left for the holodeck.

finding him wasn't that hard -- she suspected he'd go and be a wall flower. too bad emony knew him far too well. ]

Hiding?

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy is very surprised when Emony approaches him wearing that attire. Then again, the Dax even makes wearing a leotard look appealing and offers a small smile, although he still looks disgruntled at being shuffled here to begin with.]

Just keeping out of the spotlight.

[thirdhost]

Hey.

[ emony notices the tension. she knows it well. stepping closer, she puts a hand to his cheek and leans into peck his lips, not even having to raise up on her toes like usual with the aid of these shoes human women wore. ]

Relax. We're here to relax, not tense up more.

[hippocraticly]

What do you mean? I am relaxed.

[He grumbles as he reciprocates that peck on his lips.]

You look nice.

[logic_driven]

I see that you too have been dragged along to this event. [He came to stand by Bones, dressed sedately in his black uniform from the Academy.]

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy seems very surprised to see Spock.]

Who twisted your arm?

[logic_driven]

Who do you think would insist that I attend?

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy raises an eyebrow at him, before grinning slightly.]

Benedict? I assume you spoke to her then.