The real party is in my pants but you are invited to the one in my fucking sickbay for starters

[sharpestscalpel]

Got a message from 'Fleet command today, looking for Pike and what the hell is he doing and blah blah Empire business blah.

Uhura handled it before Chekov could flub it. Those two are turning into a dangerous pair. I've had three castrations to, well, it ain't like you can re-attach that shit when it's been pulverized. Chekov does some dirty fucking work, man. Good kid.

Other than that, ain't nothing going down. I figured we'd be seeing hell and weird shit after that whole scene in the brig but Enterprise has been quiet lately and Kirk is hanging on just as tight as he can to keeping his breathing and his beating fucking heart inside his fucking body.

Time to bust out some music, I think. Make the nurses dance a bit. It ain't easy to shake your fucking ass to Tom Waits but that ain't exactly my fucking problem, now is it?

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[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

"Nice boots," ain't a tried and true pick-up line for nothing.

I got to fucking admit, that's a goddamn attractive icon you got yourself there, Billcakes. Sexy-Beard McCoy, eh? I can fucking live with that.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

I have obviously failed at being a playboy by never having used that one.

Note the nice vagueness of the name. Doesn't specify whether it's you or the beard that's sexy.

It's both, by the way.

And thank you. :)

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You ought to try it one day.

Maybe I will give you the fucking opportunity.

[canadianbill.livejournal.com]

Maybe I will, if I see someone in appropriately hot boots.

Well, y'know, I would. Shame about you being all the way over there in a different universe.