Log; Ongoing

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When; Thursday, August 13th, Evening
Rating; PG-13
Characters; James T. Kirk starfleet_pimp and Mara Lesser cry_reaper
Summary; Kirk and Mara hang out
Log; Kirk pulled up to Mara's apartment just before 8 o'clock. It was the first time he'd seen her in a while. Ever since she found out he and Shalimar were dating now. He could understand how shocked she was by that bit of news, it still shocked him sometimes. But he didn't regret that decision.

Still, he didn't want to lose Mara as a friend, if for no other reason than it seemed like she could really use all the friends she could get right now. Besides, he liked Mara, in all her self destructive, fun loving ways.

He gave the horn a small honk as he leaned on the handlebars of the motorcycle and waited. This would be an interesting night.

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Mara's nerves had been shot since she'd agreed to go out with James. She didn't know what to do with him, with them. It wasn't that she'd wanted a relationship with him, at least not the kind he had with... that feral woman. But she had come to depend on everything he offered her, the emotional and the physical intimacy. Now half of it was gone and she worried about losing the rest.

She was already downstairs pacing the lobby area when she heard the horn. Well, here we go, then.

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Kirk hadn't been worried about the evening at all, other than he hoped that Mara wouldn't be too worried about it. He had been very sad to hear that she was so put out by the fact that she and Kirk couldn't have sex anymore.

"Hey there," he said, smiling at her as she came out of the lobby. "You ready to go?"

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"Sure, did you have a place in mind?" Mara returned the smile as best she could and eyed the bike. It still wasn't her favorite mode of transportation, but she swung her leg over and sat behind James nonetheless.

She noticeably paused before winding her arms around his waist.

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"I was thinking the Blue Light," Kirk said as she settled on the back of the bike. It was a nice place but not quite as wild as some of the clubs they had been too.

"Unless you've got somewhere else you'd like to go?"

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"Nothing in particular, the Light's fine."

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"Alright then," he said with a nod and revved the bike. A half second later it moved forward but at a much more reasonable pace than he normally went. Kirk knew that Mara didn't like the bike so he tried to make it seem as safe as possible.

It took a bit longer than normal, but eventually he pulled up in front of the Blue Light and shut off the bike.

"Here we are," he said.

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"Hmmmm" Mara ran nervous fingers through her hair, straightening it, as she got off the bike. It sounded nice and noisy inside, good for drinking, dancing and not much else.

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Kirk locked up the bike and swung off of it while he waited for Mara to get off. He did have to admit that it was weird to ignore the instinct to put his arm around her waist and pull her closer.

"They have great jazz here," here said. "Which is probably obvious if you've ever been here before, which I'm sure you have. But I like it because the crowd behaves."

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Mara got off the bike, and shook her hair one more time to settle it around her head and shoulders. She considered threading her arm through his as they approached the door, but decided that even that was probably off-limits.

"Fighting those Captain-bouncer instincts must be so trying when you go out." Mara gave him a smile over her shoulder as she went through the front door.

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"It's more I'm not used to going to bars where I don't get in fights," he said with a smile as he followed her into the place. This was definitely nicer than most places he went to.

"But I'll try and be on my best behavior here."

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"You haven't gotten into fights at the bars we've been to."

Mara took the lead and headed to a table far enough from the band that they could talk (sort of) and close enough to the bar that service would be decent.

"But the bouncers here mean business, I don't think they're all human."