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man, oh man, you're my best friend—
When; January 4th.
Rating; PG-13? Because alcohol and miserable people being miserable.
Characters; Leonard McCoy![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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. ]
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. ]