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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! ]

Comments

[medicos]

[ a beat. ]

You could always stick him in a freezer. Think you can make one that's big enough?

[hischair]

As soon as I meet someone with enough hocus pocus to turn him into an icicle, I'll let you know.

[medicos]

[ he'd suggest ginny tbqh. ]

Don't even try to suggest that to Spock. [ a pause. ] Actually, go ahead and do it. Watching him bristle at the mention of magic being real is entertaining enough.

[hischair]

You guys ... [ Sighing, he gets to his feet and offers an arm to clasp. ] One day you'll throw me out of your playpen.

[medicos]

The playpen's only there because of you in the first place.

[ which is - entire accurate. if bones and spock were commissioned to be in the same ship without jim, bones' would've gotten a transfer at the earliest convenience. or break his hippocratic oath. whichever comes first.

he grabs the offered hand and follows jim's lead, brushing wet sand off him with his free one. ]

We look like idiots.

[hischair]

[ He pulls a face after hauling Bones to his feet. ]

We look like we made out like star-crossed lovers, get it right. I'm telling Spock you had your wicked way with me. Nice knowing you.

[medicos]

Sweetheart.

[ he grabs jim so that they're facing each other and holds his face in his hands. there's seriousness in his expression offset by the fact that one of his eyebrows is raised so far up his forehead that it almost seems like he's got none at all. ]

Let's not forget that I know all of your allergies, and if I were to shove a seaweed down your throat right now, you'd break out in hives faster than Spock can even find your cold, lifeless body that I'm going to bury under the sand if you even think about making letting those words come out of your mouth.

[ :)

then he shoves jim's face away. ]

Come on, I need another goddamn drink.

[hischair]

[ ... Kinda hot, not lying. ]

Let's finish off the barbecue, too.

[ :>!! ]

[medicos]

[ only jim, honestly. ]

Learn to share. Other people need to eat, too.

[ falls into step beside jim easily. ]

If we're gonna go to Italy, will you take me gondola riding, too?

[hischair]

I'll push you overboard.

[ Heheheh. ]

[medicos]

Then, I'll drag you down with me, honey.

[ win-win scenario for everyone. ]

[hischair]

Ah, l'amour.

[ Taking him with an arm draped around his neck, Jim steers them to the bonfire and back to their friends. ]