>SWEAR TO DRUNK THEY’RE NOT GODS [ BONES | JADZIA DAX | OPEN ]

[hippocraticly]

[If you go down to the Tribble containment field today, you'll certainly be in for a big surprise. After a challenge and after many, many rounds of drinking copious amounts of alcoholic beverages that led well into the night or early hours of the morning, the Dax and the Doctor have managed to stumble back to the containment field and are sprawled

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[paradaxical]

I really should be going to bed. I know I said it before. But I really should. James might be worried about me.

[She pushes herself up to a sitting position. A large strand of her once perfect hairdo is now falling down in front of her face. She blows at it periodically, and scowls, swatting at it. But it's a stubborn son of a bitch.]

Okay. One more tribble. But just one more. That's it. I'm done.

[She fumbles for one of the cute furry creatures. Holds it and points at it.]

Horatio. Or did I use that already?

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy bobs his head and before he gestures wildly at one of the larger, grey furry mass of matter currently cooing in the corner and buried amongst members of its extended family. He glances back at Dax and says matter-of-factly.]

That one is Horatio.

[He pauses and squints before adjusting himself to also sit up. He stares at it and scratches the back of his head, messing up his already dishevelled hair and purses his lips in thought.]

... Or was it Reinbach?

[paradaxical]

[She shrugs and tosses it to the side of the pile she thinks is named. Then picks up another one. This one she puts up to her ear to listen to before turning to McCoy.]

Spock.

[She tries to smother the resultant giggles.]

His cooing sounds more logical than the rest.

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy snorts at the naming and laughs loudly as he falls back down.]

I think I like this Spock better than the real one.

[canyonsiniowa]

[ Kirk had been walking past the door to the containment room. Routine check to make sure the Tribbles were properly put away before going to bed. Of course that was before her heard the Klingon song. Badly sung, not to mention. He back tracked and pressed the button to slide the door open.

And that was when he saw both Jadzia and Bones. On the floor. With a mountain of Tribbles. Wait--are they wasted? ]

Dax? Bones?

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy looks up from his beautiful butchering of a Klingon classic.]

Jimboy! Watch your feet, you'll crush Horatio!

[paradaxical]

James!

[Her face lights up and she struggles to a sitting position and then starts to crawl towards him, while trying to re-arrange her hair.]

Come and join us. We're singing songs of death and glory!

[canyonsiniowa]

Yeah, Jadzia. That sounds like fun.

[ Oh man, they are shitfaced. He turned his gaze over to Bones. ]

Don't fucking call me Jimboy.

[sickbay]

[ he hadn't seen a tribble in a while, and though he denied it vehemently... well, he sort of missed the damn things. he figured once he saw them again that'd set him straight, but instead of their relaxing cooing, he got an earful of bastardised klingon opera. sung by himself and... dax. he really hoped they were just smashed because otherwise there was no excuse. ]

Good God! What the hell have you two been drinking?

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy looks up and waves.]

... A Black Hole, A Guinness, A Cardassian Sunrise, A Klingon Bloodwine, A Mint Julep, A Romulan Ale, An Antaran Whiskey and...something we can't pronounce, but it gives one one hell of a punch.

[paradaxical]

Then there was a Mai Tai, a Tennessee Whiskey, a Torellian Port, Some kind of bright green drink, then that one that neither of us liked, then something that was fizzy...and it kind of gets hazy at that point.

Sorry.

[sickbay]

[ there were no words, not right away. just facial expressions amounting to "what the fuck were you thinking." and finally a begrudging: ]

I don't want to see either of you in sickbay tomorrow. If you're not dead from alcohol poisoning, you can deal with your hangovers in your own damn bathrooms.