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[notablank]

This is a bad, bad idea. Let's pretend, just for argument's sake, that you do put me in one 'a these... games. They all seem like they're rigged to get people killed on a daily basis. What makes ya think I wanna be a part 'a that?

... No, that's not a good reason. 'Sides, it's not like I'd jump off a bridge if Jim Kirk did first. What d'you take me for?

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[barelydead]

Really? You sure? Because I'm pretty sure I could sell bridge-jumping like I sold cliff-jumping.

[notablank]

You didn't sell me anythin', I just picked a bad time to call you out.

[barelydead]

Potayto, potahto. I'll just have to make sure our next away mission involves leaping off of bridges.

[notablank]

You tryin'a give me a heart attack, kid?

[barelydead]

Maybe.

I'm bored, Bones.

[notablank]

What d'you expect me to do about it? I'm a busy man, Jim.

[barelydead]

What're you working on?

[notablank]

...

[_{Well now you've caught him with his pants down.}]

A little project I like t'call "none've your damn business".

[barelydead]

[ _{he laughs, grinning.} ]

Thaaaaat's what I thought.

[notablank]

[_{He shoots Kirk the dirtiest glare.}]

Okay, fine. How d'you want me t'entertain ya?

[barelydead]

[ _{which is met with the brightest smile.} ]

I meant something more like come do something with me. We haven't properly been out in... hhhh, at least since the Academy. We should go out, do something. Get drunk, or hop a shuttle to a planet we've never seen, or.... Maybe we could find somewhere to visit together, an island or a city or something.

[simulatedmedic]

Please. You're a doctor, not a stormtrooper. They usually have us towards the back so the front line people can stay alive.

[starfleet_brat]

Uncle Jim better not get you to jump off a bridge.

[notablank]

Guess it has been awhile since you n' me painted the town, huh.

[_{He gives Kirk a grudging little smile.}]

I s'pose we could go out for a drink. Know'n you it'll turn into ten.

[notablank]

You got a little experience in the matter?

[notablank]

Trust me, little darlin', he won't do anythin' that dumb. That's what he's got me for.

[starfleet_brat]

[Oh come on, it's Jim. Even Jo knows he'd still try.]

Good... Can I kick him in the shin if he tries to convince you?

[barelydead]

[ _{an excited grin.} ]

Yes please. Shots? Valyrissian vodka mayb-- mmmm, maybe not. That's a good way to get sloppy drunk.

[notablank]

You know me, Jim. I like my good ol' fashioned Earth liquor.

[notablank]

Even if he doesn't, I'll look the other way.

[_{He gives her a little wink.}]

[barelydead]

If you had your way, we'd only drink bourbon, and you can't shoot bourbon, Bones.

[notablank]

What's wrong with just drink'n it?

[_{He surrenders in advance, though.}]

I'll just let you call the shots, how does that sound?

[barelydead]

[ _{he leans back, stretching his arms out.} ]

Teeequiiilaaaa.

[notablank]

[_{He points a finger at Jim.}]

Didn't I say 'never again' last time? I don't ever wanna wake up in San Jose again.

[barelydead]

How was that a bad thing? Besides, you don't like vodka.

[notablank]

Yeah, but I never blacked out on vodka.

[barelydead]

You and I both know it wasn't just the tequila.

[notablank]

I don't know because all I got is your word on what happened.

[barelydead]

And that's as good as both of us knowing.