[Star Trek: Drabble] "Half a Drink More" [G]
Title: Half a Drink More
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: Christmas present for novanglus
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Fandom: Star Trek (TOS)
Chracter(s): Leonard McCoy, James T. Kirk, Spock
Summary: “Can I get you a glass of egg nog?”
Half a Drink More
McCoy glanced around the bustling mess hall and took another appreciative sip of his egg nog. He should probably have been more worried that somebody had spiked it, but the perpetrator had added just the right amount of very nice bourbon, so he was willing to forgive them the no-doubt countless hangover cases he’d have tomorrow.
“Found the good stuff, I see, Bones,” said Kirk, moving to stand beside him.
The doctor smiled. “It’s tradition, after all.”
“Yes, it smells very traditional,” the captain observed, dryly, then brightened. “Ah, Mr. Spock, I’m glad you decided to join us.”
McCoy snorted a laugh. “That is some sweater, Spock.”
The Vulcan joined them, hands clasped behind the back of his very soft-looking variegated blue sweater. “Captain, doctor,” he said, in greeting. “I shall relay to my mother your compliments on her knitting.”
“Please do,” McCoy said- for all his teasing, he liked Spock’s mother. “Can I get you a glass of egg nog?”
“If the entire supply contains equal amounts of alcohol, doctor, then I shall politely refuse,” he said.
Kirk grinned at them both, the way he always did when they were just bickering and not actually fighting. “Come on, Spock. Christmas is a season of indulgence, after all.”
One dark eyebrow arched. “It is my understanding that, religious observations aside, it was a season of peace and reflection, as well as increased acts of kindness to acquaintances and strangers alike.”
“So it is, Spock,” Kirk agreed, still smiling. “I’m glad we have you here to remind us all of that.”
McCoy snorted. “And God bless us, everyone.”
“Charles Dickens,” said Spock. “A Christmas Carol.”
The doctor opened his mouth, a retort at the ready, but Kirk clapped a hand to his shoulder.
“Give it up, Bones,” he said. “It’s Christmas.”
THE END
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Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: Christmas present for novanglus
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Fandom: Star Trek (TOS)
Chracter(s): Leonard McCoy, James T. Kirk, Spock
Summary: “Can I get you a glass of egg nog?”
Half a Drink More
McCoy glanced around the bustling mess hall and took another appreciative sip of his egg nog. He should probably have been more worried that somebody had spiked it, but the perpetrator had added just the right amount of very nice bourbon, so he was willing to forgive them the no-doubt countless hangover cases he’d have tomorrow.
“Found the good stuff, I see, Bones,” said Kirk, moving to stand beside him.
The doctor smiled. “It’s tradition, after all.”
“Yes, it smells very traditional,” the captain observed, dryly, then brightened. “Ah, Mr. Spock, I’m glad you decided to join us.”
McCoy snorted a laugh. “That is some sweater, Spock.”
The Vulcan joined them, hands clasped behind the back of his very soft-looking variegated blue sweater. “Captain, doctor,” he said, in greeting. “I shall relay to my mother your compliments on her knitting.”
“Please do,” McCoy said- for all his teasing, he liked Spock’s mother. “Can I get you a glass of egg nog?”
“If the entire supply contains equal amounts of alcohol, doctor, then I shall politely refuse,” he said.
Kirk grinned at them both, the way he always did when they were just bickering and not actually fighting. “Come on, Spock. Christmas is a season of indulgence, after all.”
One dark eyebrow arched. “It is my understanding that, religious observations aside, it was a season of peace and reflection, as well as increased acts of kindness to acquaintances and strangers alike.”
“So it is, Spock,” Kirk agreed, still smiling. “I’m glad we have you here to remind us all of that.”
McCoy snorted. “And God bless us, everyone.”
“Charles Dickens,” said Spock. “A Christmas Carol.”
The doctor opened his mouth, a retort at the ready, but Kirk clapped a hand to his shoulder.
“Give it up, Bones,” he said. “It’s Christmas.”
THE END
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