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[hischair]

When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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[hischair]

[ Said waves are splashed Leonard's way whenever Jim feels like kicking them over in all their foamy glory. It's not meant to taunt him into a fight, only to amuse himself as he sips his beer. ]

Nibiru had some nice beaches, pity we can't take some time there.

[medicos]

Yeah, and whose fault is that?

[ of course, he's just messing with you. ]

Next time, let's go some place where there's not a chance of a volcano erupting and spitting fire on a nearby native village. I liked the swim, not the dive.

[hischair]

I liked all of it. [ Then again, he would. ] Where do you want to go?

[medicos]

You would.

[ he takes a small ship of his beer, thoughtful. ]

Earthside, Jim, what's much better than being in your own backyard? [ or just being on the ground, to be honest - but don't answer that. ] There's fifty states and I've only been in three. Something wrong with that.

[hischair]

Forget the states, we could go to Europe where it's a different kind of beach. Better, warmer, some place where there's nothing but blue water and white sands.

[ Nudging him along their walk with a leaning into. ]

Italy could be nice.

[medicos]

Hm.

[ that's a 'hm, why do you always have to make sense and make everything sound beautiful and nice?' type of hum. ]

It's ridiculously hot out there. You're going to burn.

[hischair]

Mmm. [ That's a 'mmm, I'm great at everything' type of hum. ] I'd better give my doctor a heads up on that.

[medicos]

[ a 'keep dreaming' huff escapes him. ]

If you wanna go trekking across Europe, you'd better start planning it. I'm only there for the scenery.

[hischair]

Time off? [ Gasping, pretending to choke on shock, he laughs and wraps an arm around Leonard's shoulders. ] You can't possibly be serious, I'd have to catch a cold on principle.

[medicos]

Watch your mouth, there's no cure for the common cold and I sure as hell won't help if you get sick in the middle of vacation.

[ he carries all that weight with practised ease, a hand settling on that arm to keep him there. ]

I'd benefit from an extended shore leave, Captain. Didn't you read the memo?

[hischair]

I get to agree to that memo if you're nice enough to me.

[ Who in their right mind let this little shit be captain? ]

[medicos]

Not on your life.

[ and who let this person be his cmo? someone's not doing their job right. ]

I'd stick a few things on your neck to relieve the impending cold, how's that for nice?

[hischair]

[ Thumping him on the back, Jim trots ahead and walks backwards, kicking up the surf. He ought to be chilly just in blue shorts, but he's still warm from the bonfire and his beer helps as it melts down his throat. ]

Promises, promises, Bones.

[medicos]

[ bones gives him a thin smile at least. ]

Don't make ones I don't intend to keep.

[ so watch out. ]

You're going to trip on a rock.

[hischair]

I am? You better stop me before I hurt myself.

[ Goading him is fun, scuffing wet sand and spray at him is better. He stuffs his bottle in the soggy ground so it remains upright to be picked out later and quickens his backward pace, hands upraised. ]

Could slip and break my neck, we just don't know!

[ Watchu gonna do, bro, watchu gonna dooooo? ]

[medicos]

[ bones digs his own beer in the sand. ]

Goddamn manchild. You know what's gonna happen if you break that neck? Bedrest. For weeks. Forever if I'm having my way.

[ extends his hands and makes come here motions. ]

[hischair]

[ Nuh uh. Starting to scurry-hop away like a jackrabbit, there's a lot of water being kicked up in his wake. ]

Can't heal what you can't catch, old man.

[medicos]

You sure you wanna test that theory? I've had practice.

[ FUCKING RUN, ASSHOLE. ]

[hischair]

[ aaahHHHHH SHIT. Jim doesn't bother replying beyond laughing over a shoulder as he races ahead only to veer into the sea and throw a tide of water wildly around in the hopes of hitting his foe. ]

[medicos]

[ so much for a romantic stroll in the beach at night.

but he's not fazed, not even by the water splashing all round him. he only returns the favour and hopes he makes tides of water big enough to hit the back of that stupid, stupid head. ]

[hischair]

[ This is true romance, make no mistake. Trying to drown each other is clearly cause for no concern whatsoever, especially when Jim yelps and gets a mouthful of saltwater, spitting it out in Bones' direction. ]

Shit, it's cold!

[ More so with it being night. Sodden and dripping, he sloshes his way over and tries to push him on his back. ]

[medicos]

[ he'd laugh, honestly, but he's much more interested in tackling and wrestling jim in the water so, you know, if one of them falls the other immediately follows. clearly, these are good life choices. ]

[hischair]

[ No, this is, no, he is the captain!! Mutinyyy. Kicking at a pair of legs is half-hearted but done as he drops onto his side snickering, trying to huff and puff his way into dragging Bones down into the sloppy sand too. This is about honor! And getting him just as mucky. ]

[medicos]

[ Oh shit, oh shit!

there's not much gracefulness in the way bones just falls down on the sand, half his weight on jim and limbs tangling in the water, and it's honestly incredibly homoerotic from a distance. they can only hope that no one's taking a picture. ]

Goddammit, Jim! [ he spits out saltwater, making a face at the taste. ] You just had to be a kid about it!

[hischair]

[ Grimacing as he turns his head away from that spitting, he paws a hand on the side of a face and gives him a shove. Look at all this gay rolling around, he bets he never did this where Spock Prime comes from. Not once! ]

I won, you mean.