man, oh man, you're my best friend—

[medicos]

When; January 4th.
Rating; PG-13? Because alcohol and miserable people being miserable.
Characters; Leonard McCoy medicos & Jim Kirk hischair.
Summary; It's Jim's birthday so they're obviously going to get drunk. If they aren't already.
Log;

[ Both of them often try to forget that this day exists, Jim especially. Rechristening it to 'Bones and Jim get alcohol poisoning this day every year' is just as depressing. Also annoying, considering that he's a doctor and shouldn't be adhering to something as self-destructive as this. There are other ways, other solutions - lessons to learn from the psych degree that he never really uses because hates shrinks as much as the next person. But more than anything, he understands, and Jim's been there by his side every time bones has his own breakdown at the memory of how his whole life fell apart before Starfleet.

Bones tries to be a good friend, sometimes.

Ironically, or not so, the City's stars are all out tonight, so they drag their feet to the rooftop with a fuckload of alcohol and sit on the outdoor lounges, slowing wasting away. It's better than going to a bar and being seen by people that know them, anyway. There will be questions, and he doesn't think Jim will want to answer any of them. ]

Would pay anything to get my hands on a Saurian brandy right about now.

[ Alcohol talk, just as usual. Let's start with that. Happy birthday is a useless sentiment by now. ]

Comments

[hischair]

[ Someone ought to tell Leonard that he's already the best friend a guy could ask for. That someone should, probably, be Jim, but there's no point even broaching the subject because it's rote by now; the affection and trust between them is a leathery weathered thing, a rope stronger than any chain. He knows Leonard misses Spock too, for all that they argued. That makes a difference. (Everyone always leaves on his birthday, but not his Bones. Bones stays, even though Jim knows Spock would have too if it had been in his power.) Checklist of Bullshit goes as follows: #1 Still trapped in nexus after fuck knows how long #2 Spock abducted (again) #3 Crew morale at exceptional low #5 Anniversary of father's untimely death because of you, Jim, because of you.

He hates today, it's the worst. ]

You'd be wasted inside a half-hour.

[ The dry amusement is dampened at the edges by Jim's moodiness, wrapped up in a blanket with his knees hitched back and boots braced on his lounger, all but hunched like a resentful turtle against the world. ]

[medicos]

[ A human burrito of resentment and melancholy that Bones feels in waves. Bones sits near his feet nursing a bottle of beer between his fingers. It's cold outside so he's wearing a comfortable jacket, and later on, he'll probably drag himself to share body heat with Jim like the incredibly manly and misanthropic drunken loner that he really is. ]

I'm going to remind you, in five seconds, what happened the first time you fell on your ass at a bar near the Academy. First year, Jim —

[ Fill in the blanks or not.

They've been many times when they've both fallen on their asses in half an hour or less, many times when they'd both given up and drank away the anger and the emotional bruises to join them with physical once they've finally reached the height of their terrible decision-making skills. There's never a right answer anymore. ]

[hischair]

[ Sipping his drink, he snorts and cracks a wry smile at the memory. A shin rests against Leonard's back at a slump. ]

That's not fair, I'd started drinking way before we even left the apartment.

[ Getting past campus security had been the most terrible impression of sobriety Jim had ever given, hands down. ]

[medicos]

[ Yeah, and whose fault is that? almost make it past his lips, but there just some things that you can't say. Unspoken rules that act as guidelines on how even an asshole like Bones can be someone's best friend if he tries hard enough. Bones trips over them most of the time, but he's getting better at picking himself back up. Getting better at dragging Jim with him, too, if only because misery will always love company. ]

Didn't even throw up, did you? We'd have been even by then.

[ Never so. Bones can't count the number of times Jim has saved his ass. ]