tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; September 15th, evening
Rating; R for possible language and violence
Characters;

harrysbackup and possible

feralside later.
Summary; Kirk and Thomas are at the same bar, Kirk starts shit.
Log; Kirk was drunk. Not stumbling down, falling over himself, drunk, but he was definitely more than a little buzzed. Fortunately, he had spent a good deal of his late teens and early 20's in that state and could function fairly well.

Fairly, being the opportune word though. He'd had a rough couple of weeks dealing with some stuff so when he saw Thomas (or was it the guy that stalked Shalimar? Didn't really matter, he didn't like either one) in the bar he was a little upset about it.

"What's the matter?" he called out across the bar, his speech just slightly slurred. "Get tired of feeling sorry for yourself at the hospital?"

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Thomas clenched his jaw when he heard the familiar grate of Captain James T. Kirk's voice. He'd really gotten tired of it lately. He had even been wondering, recently what the hell Shalimar saw in the guy. And now, here he was, embarrassing himself and Thomas in a bar, shouting like the immature man he could be at times. Thomas pinched his brow. He'd just started to catch a buzz. He should've just gone out last night like he'd planned.

Maybe. Maybe if he ignored him, he'd just go away. Ha. Fat chance. He poured himself another shot, he'd bought a bottle of whiskey, and downed it. He needed to get lubed up quick. It looked like this was going to be a long night.

"Oh, so now you're not going to talk about it?" Kirk called out. He was less angry at Thomas and more just in the mood to be a problem. The fact that he didn't care for Thomas all that much just made it easier.

"Are there not enough people here?" he asked. "Usually you complain over the network. 'Poor me, people are hurt and I'm so sad. Poor me, I'm only seeing everyone's pain through how it affects me.'"

Thomas calmly and slowly poured himself another shot. Yeah, a really long night. As he did, he let a slight smirk cross his face. "So," he said as he lifted the shot glass to his lips, "the mightly Captain Kirk resorts to insults when he's had too many?" He downed the liquor and hisses at the fire that was rising in his stomach. An incubus couldn't even enjoy good scotch in peace anymore.

Edited 2009-09-15 04:50 (UTC)

"No, he calls people on their bullshit," Kirk said, moving so that he was facing Thomas more. Sliding off his stool, he stood up.

"Mara stood by you when you killed people," he said. "And she didn't even kill anyone and you bashed her on the network in a huge pity party."

Thomas calmly placed the shot glass down on the bar, and the sound it made was enough to echo back from the mirror. He turned to face Kirk, his expression completely empty, devoid of any emotion. It wasn't a human expression. "Is that was this is about?" His voice was filled with the same nothing as his face.

"This is about people hurting and you making it worse with your selfish bullshit," Kirk said. If Thomas thought to intimidate him, he'd have to try harder. Kirk was friends with Spock, emotionless inhuman expressions were par for the course.

Thomas sat back on his barstool. This is ridiculous. What the hell was Kirk playing at, anyway? ""And what are you doing?"

Kirk took a step closer to Thomas, refusing to back down at this point. He knew he probably should, but he wasn't going to. For better or worse, he was committed.

"Giving you what you want," he said, spreading his arms out wide. "Isn't that what you want? More things to complain about? Or is it no fun if you can't say something to hurt me?"

Thomas heaved a sigh. It would be nice to just slam his self-important ass headfirst into the bar, but was it really worth it? Not really. "Kirk, you're drunk. Sit down and shut up before you hurt yourself."

"Isn't it your job to hurt people?" Kirk asked, not moving at all. People in the bar now were starting to shift uncomfortably at the tension.

"That's what you do, right? Hurt them then cry about how sad your life is."

"Mara tried to kill your girlfriend and you're defending her?" He scoffed and stood up, locking gazes with Kirk. "Or are you just redirecting, because she might kill her anyway?"

"Do you really think she's a killer?" Kirk asked, staring him right back. It was odd that there was only one person to stare at this time, usually it was a group he managed to piss off.

"Or are you just hoping she is so you can have some company? Mara may have been stupid and she might be self destructive but she's not a killer. That's you. Also," Kirk reached out and jabbed a finger at Thomas' chest. "You're a shitty hairdresser."

Thomas' voice was low, almost a growl, if it weren't so quiet. "Do you think it's wise to be provoking a killer, Captain?" His eyes lightened a few degrees to a hard silver.

Kirk was completely unfazed by the threatening tone in Thomas' voice, which probably wasn't a good thing.

"Oh, so you don't like that? You sure didn't mind throwing that word around to Mara. And she hadn't even killed anyone," Kirk said. "And you didn't mind pissing Shalimar off when she felt guilty. Oh, right, but it's all about how bad you feel, isn't it?"

Thomas cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Are you pissed because Shal isn't around to screw anymore? Because she's got her own problems to deal with?"

"No, I'm pissed because people have problems, and you just make them worse," he said, not backing down. "You make them worse by getting involved when you shouldn't and then you make it your problem and suddenly their problems don't matter to you anymore."

Thomas smirked. "Is that what you want, Kirk? Do you want your problems to matter to me? Do you need a hug?"

"I don't have problems," Kirk said, which was only part of the truth. "But if you need something else to emo about and fuck up, then go ahead and care. Or do you only go after women? Not killing them anymore so instead you just try and mess up their lives as much as you can."

His eyes turned white, the irises no longer discernible from the rest. "James, I'm going to give you five seconds to leave." His voice was even, but taught enough to carry across the length of the bar and back. People started to move away from the men, not wanting to get caught up in whatever that was.

Kirk had no intention of leaving. In fact, if he could have been anymore in the bar than he already was, he would have done that. Instead, he just took a drink his beer and put it back down on the counter, making sure that he had set it down before the count of five.

"I bet you've already thought about how sad this meeting is going to make you feel," he said. "And how bad it is for you. Only problem is I'm not going to feel guilty about it, so that ruins half your fun, doesn't it?"

Thomas lost the smile, but not the sarcasm in his voice. "Trust me, Kirk, I'm not going to feel guilty about this at all."

He and the demon took a quick step forward, wrapped their hand in the front of Kirk's shirt, and sent him careening into the table closest the door, and if he'd put enough strength behind it to send Kirk through the table, well, oops.

Kirk figured this was how the fight was going to go. He could have ended it a lot early but it was bad form to shoot someone before they could rough you up a bit. Granted, he was having second thoughts about that as he went smashing through a table.

His arm was still hurting from when Shalimar fought him and that certainly didn't help much. Wincing, he stood up, only slightly unsteady on his feet.

"You throw like a girl," Kirk said. It was the truth though, if Shalimar was the girl you were talking about.

Thomas stalked after him, hopping over a toppled chair as deftly as any jungle cat. "Yeah, I throw like my sister." He straightened his shirt and smoothed his hair down, dusting off his sleeves as a final note. "Maybe I should go easy on you, though. I hear you like it rough."

Kirk just flashed Thomas a smug grin. He had been beaten up by so many people and in so many bars it was old hat by now.

"Thanks, cupcake, but you're not really my type anyways," he said. "I'm more of a cat-person person myself."

"Cupcake, huh?" Thomas scoffed. "Kirk. Get out of here."

"Cup," a finger jabbed a Thomas' chest. "Cake. And I don't want to leave, I like it here."

Thomas shook his head. "This is rich from a man who doesn't know how to run when he's out-classed." Thomas grabbed Kirk's wrist as he withdrew his hand after jabbing it so forcefully into Thomas' chest and pulled forward, keeping his strength in check so as not to actually pull his shoulder out of socket or anything. Once Kirk was close enough to feel his breath on his cheek, Thomas whispered, "Run away, little captain. Don't make me dirty my shoes wiping the floor with you."

Edited 2009-09-16 06:05 (UTC)

Kirk just smiled that much more as Thomas pulled him close, having mastered the art of the insufferable grin long ago. Still, he had hit that table hard and could already feel his head swimming, he was probably going to pass out soon.

"You people with your super speed and strength," Kirk mocked as he brought his other hand to the small of his back, gripping the phaser there. "You're almost laughably easy to beat. You know why? Because you never think to check if the other guy has a gun."

With that, Kirk shot Thomas, phaser set to full stun.

Everyone knew tasers hurt. Thomas had never really thought about how much phasers would hurt. They did. A lot. It sent little convulsions through his entire body. Every muscle twitched. He stumbled back a couple of steps and ran into...something. He wasn't sure. He didn't really care, except that it made his knees give out and he fell down, twitching. It took almost a minute for the demon to wrest control of his bodily functions, and when he started to get his feet under him, he was hit again. Bastard.

It repeated like that a few times, the exact number was beyond him. It wasn't until he felt the cuffs on his wrists that he knew they were in trouble. Boy, he never really wanted to see the inside the PF holding cells ever again.

Edited 2009-09-16 06:26 (UTC)

Figures the minute she'd get her work clothes off and try to get some sleep something would happen. Shalimar decided she'd just throw her work clothes back on and then headed out to where they were holding James and Thomas. James and Thomas. Despite the fact that she was relatively annoyed at being woken up, slightly annoyed that she'd told Thomas not to get into any trouble, and just a bit angry that they were both in jail, she just couldn't help but laugh a little thinking about it. James was in jail with Thomas. Nope, she couldn't help but laugh at that.

She walked into the holding cells and spoke with one of the guards who let her go back to speak with them. No, she wasn't getting them out quite yet. The first thing she did when she saw them was laugh. Not that hard but still she laughed.

"So which of you idiots wants to tell me what happened? The idiot who I specifically told not to do anything stupid or the idiot who looks like hell?" she asked with a slightly annoyed tone.

Kirk grinned and got to his feet, the laughing didn't really bother him because, well, because Shalimar laughed at him on occasion. And it was better than seething anger.

"I look fantastic for being thrown through a table," Kirk told her, which was the truth. His face was relatively unmarred while he was sure his back was black and blue.

"So she must mean you're the idiot who she told not to do anything stupid and the idiot that looks like hell," he told his new friend, smiling. Thomas, of course, looked like he had just come off the runway, but there was no need to feed the man's ego.

Thomas rose as well, approaching the cell door with a nonchalant swagger to his gate. "Well, they do say the devil will wear a pleasing face, so you could say I look like hell, Jim." He smiled at Shalimar as he leaned lazily against the bars. "As for the not getting in trouble part, he started it."

Shalimar looked at James, "You were thrown threw a--you two idiots fought didn't you?" She put her hands on her hips and took a moment to glare at each of them before laughing again.

"Figures. I should leave you two in there, with Thomas calling you Jim and all. And where were you when you did whatever you did?" she asked.

She then turned to Thomas, "That so Thomas? James started it?"

"Tom's right," Kirk said with a nod, refusing to show that he might even possibly take offense to the moniker "Jim".

"Guilty as charged."

Thomas smiled his best Colgate smile. "See? Told ya."

Shalimar laughed more, this was amusing and at least they seemed to be getting along, "You two are idiots and I'll expect explanations from both of you later. For now maybe I should get you out. Or maybe I should leave you in here to bond more. Idiots should bond together."

"Yes, please give us some more time," Kirk said, still grinning at her. "We were coming up with a way to reduce the amount of time it takes to find you if you run off."

Thomas chuckled, rolling with it. "I'm telling you, man, I know a guy who can cast a mean tracking spell."

"Are you serious?" she asked glaring at them both. She was seriously considering just leaving them there forever. "If you two start planing crap like that I'll kill you both. That's it. I'm getting you out. And both of you are going to pay me back."

"We've got a map and everything where we've been dividing the City up into search zones," Kirk told her, dialing down the smug grin just a bit.

"And we'll pay you back, I promise."

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