lucetilogs | .lunch with the captain and the vampire slayer.

Who:

a_slayer_slays
What: Lunchtime Antics
When: June 2nd, Tuesday.
Where: The Fountain then to 7th Heaven
Summary: Kirk and Buffy are going to spend some bonding time talking about childhoods, school, and just general chit chat.
Rating: PG-13? It's Kirk. There's going to be some kind of booze and swearing and sexual innuendo somewhere in here.

Usually Kirk wasn't one that would find himself early for many occasions. Sure he would always be on time, show up on his bike, and make a really good impression on the girl he was meeting. Though here on this planet that had no Federation Designation Number? He found himself wandering around most the time looking for something to do.

So he had ended up early for the meeting place for the lunch date. Well, it wasn't so much of a date. Kirk just liked to tease Buffy that it was. He could tell the girl was a bit uptight in her "save the world" mindset. The Captain couldn't blame her. He was like that much of the time as well back on the Enterprise. Though here he figured he might as well help her unwind.

He glanced around and sat on the edge of the fountain. Kirk considered it an off-duty meeting, thus decided not to wear his golden Captain uniform. Instead he just wore the black undershirt and the black pants. His arms crossed over his chest as he waited for the other part of the equation. It seemed like everything was getting back on it's feet after the crazy shit that had happened.

"Good going, Jim." he muttered to himself. "Get stranded on a planet right when global world ending paradoxes happen."

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"Formal? Nah, not really. Unless wearing formal wear from an end of the year dance while kicking undead butt counts as formal. Which I sort of doubt, so nope--I'm more of a casual chat, coffee, then save the world for dessert kind of girl."

The honesty felt good. Her past track record was proof enough that being secret identity girl tended to alienate more than ingratiate. And in a place like this, what was one more weirdo amongst a sea of them?

"I head an organization back on Earth--my Earth--but I don't really have any formal rank. I've been told that some of the girls refer to me as Queen behind my back, but that's neither here nor there. I'm sure they mean it with the utmost disrespect." She was still grinning.

"Queen, huh? I bet you looked mighty fine in that formal dress too. Wish I could have seen it." He gave her a playful teasing grin.

"I didn't look too bad, considering I got to the dance after dusting what I thought was the oldest vamp in all of vampdom. Post-combat hair was not exactly in style that year."

She was quite happy to return his grin. "But, hey. At least I didn't have to wear glittery eighties shirts for a uniform."

There was a moment where he paused to try and remember fashions from the 1980s. That was a long time ago for him but he vaguely recalled it from the history classes he took. Kirk didn't enjoy broadcasting he enjoyed history or knew so much about it. Girls never really seemed to like that.

"Oh... those--God, I think you might have killed yourself if you had to wear those."

"I'm surprised you haven't offed yourself considering the not unstunning resemblance between those and that shirt you picked up when you first came here."

"Hey. What's wrong with my uniform?" he grinned.

"Everything is wrong with it. It's like whoever designed them was stuck in a campy musical costume rut. It looks like you should be running around saving the universe through snappy pop songs."

She levelled a smile at him, fingers half-obscuring it and the teasing laugh that she simply could not keep from bubbling up. "I mean, usually uniforms are like the hottest of the hot but--" she shook her head, unable to finish and clearly enjoying herself.

"They are meant to be simple. You can tell their profession by the color and the rank by their sleeve stripes. Though I guess it is a little out there compared to the rest of this place."

He shrugged. Kirk would wear the colors proudly even if it was a fashion disaster. Though he could see where she was coming and offered a small smile.

She remained warm. Joking aside, she could understand pride in a vocation. It wasn't exactly a uniform, but she took pride in her stakes. Even in the face of criticism over them and their slightly laughable appearance as weapons, she lived by them. She always had one on her. Right now, a thin stake was comfortably sitting inside her boot.

"What are the different colours?"

"Red for engineering, blue for science and medicine, then gold for command." He drew the Starfleet symbol on the table with the residue from the glass. "The Starfleet insignia has a difference symbol inside it for the different branches. So you can be in blue, but a doctor will have a different symbol from a scientist."

"That sounds incredibly well organized." She had to give the system at least that much. "And I gotta admit that gold does have a certain commanding quality. Major pity-fest for someone who has to wear a colour that may not suit them at all, though. I suppose that's one perk of my job. Except for the alarming amount of time I end up running in heels."

"The girls wear a higher heeled boot in our uniforms too, I'm sure they would sympathize with you."

"Huh, somewhat colour coordinated and femme fashion friendly. Maybe not such a bummer. I could handle it--so long as I stayed well away from the glitzy golden stuff. Born leader I might be, but I am not born to wear golden hues."

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