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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]

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. ]