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Who: Everybody...
What: Who wants to have fun on a...
When: Saturday night at...
Where: Good Spirits for...
Summary: BAR SHENANIGANS!
Rating: Depends... you wanna have a good time? ;D

Tonight's the night for a little bit of fun! Mix and mingle with characters, build yourself some CR, forgive the drunken shenanigans ICly that are most thoroughly endorsed OOCly and remember to have lots of fun while we're at it! :D

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...You sure you want me to call you Leonard? "Doctor McCoy" works just fine for me if you like it better.

[ he shrugs. ]

Whatever's comfortable for you.

[She shrugs right back.] I don't really care too much either way. We'll see what sticks.

[So, uh, what do they discuss now? Unable to think of something better, she goes for a subject she's still a little curious over.] I hate to bring up ancient history, but what was going on with you during that shift? You were about the only person I met that I realized something was wrong.

[ McCoy groans and holds his glass to his forehead. ] They turned me into that green-blooded hobgoblin. Again. Sure, I didn't have those damn points on my ears, but they might've well gone and done it.

[ after not feeling anything for a week, having a torrid wave of pent-up emotions wash over him was enough to bring him to his knees when the experiment finally ended. ]

That green-blooded....hobgoblin? [Kay frowns, thinking back through Benny's various stories. The pointy ears are the best clue, really.] You mean Mr. Spock?

[She's trying to hide a smile. It's not working. If that's it--well, that explains everything, doesn't it? And not a bad trick, really.]

I hate them. [ McCoy whines. ] It's the second time they've done that.

[She can't help it--she laughs, her eyes crinkling. You poor man.] The second time? I guess that is bordering on cruelty. I'd like to think they'd at least come up with new things to do each time.

[ he's torn between shooting a death glare at Kay or letting it slide and ends up grinding his teeth in frustration. ] Do you have any more of that pie?

[Sigh. That is a fair and just revenge, McCoy, she won't deny you that.] Nah, Mildmay claimed all of it the minute I said anything about giving it away. I think it's just about gone. And if I never see another pie pan again, it'll be too damned soon.

[ oh, Kay. you misunderstand completely. it wasn't his intention to rub her affliction in her face but it's a nice, added bonus after she laughed at him. ] Shame. Could go for some right now.

It'd all have gone bad by now, anyway. [Kay's residual soreness about spending a week playing Betty Crocker--and, rather more gallingly, making at least one friend doing it--is mostly gone, but they are talking about the less enjoyable aspects of that week...] Usually I only bake for holidays. So maybe around Thanksgiving.

I missed Thanksgiving last year. [ so sad. he takes another sip of romulan ale. ] Never make plans -- something creeps up and bites you in the ass.

Like I said, maybe. [She's nearly out of Sling. Time to debate waking up with a hangover versus having an especially good evening tonight.] Where were you at?

Eighteen years too young.

[She raises her eyebrows. That's a new one.] Really.

Really.

[She gestures vaguely--c'mon, Bones, she wants the story.] Maybe it's the gin, but I don't get it. So you were...what, a kid? [Doesn't help that she's not sure how old Bones is, aside from "nearer her age than most of the people here."]

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