[open] Grounded your whole life, now you're running wild

[jim_lovesrobes]

WHO Jim Kirk [xi], Leonard McCoy [xi], open
WHAT Apparently it's fantastic to hear you're not really yourself, so Jim's celebrating.
WHERE One of the nicer local bars.
WHEN The evening of this announcement.
NOTES Jim's already going home with someone, but he's around all evening to chat and flirt and buy drinks for whoever shows up. Actionspam or

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[doctornota]

...and then the server set another bourbon down in front of him. McCoy blinked at the drink, blinked at her, blinked at the drink. Of course he wasn't about to turn down a free drink, but he hadn't ordered this.

"What?" he asked the server.

"Courtesy of him," she replied, pointing to the bearded man at the bar. "He bought some for everyone."

McCoy got to his feet, stumbling a little (the bourbon in his hand was not his first), and made his way to the bar. "Thanks for the drink," he said to the bearded guy, then stuck out his hand. "Leonard McCoy."

[jim_lovesrobes]

Jim was buzzing. Was this the best idea he'd had all week or what? And here was someone else come to thank him for the drink? Awesome. His grin widened as he looked up-

-and the rush of recognition was almost palpable.

After only a split second pause (he really should be used to meeting people and thinking that he knew them already. This wasn't the first time it had happened. Just. The strongest) he took the hand and gave it a firm shake. "McCoy, huh? I'm pretty sure you were a little older, last time I met you." Motioning for the man to join him at the bar, he paused before adding with a grin.

"Not that I'm complaining."

[doctornota]

"Oh, you met the other me, too," McCoy said, perching on the barstool next to the (weirdly familiar, somehow) guy, taking a swig of his drink. "Yeah, he's about ten years older than I am. 's fucking weird, is what it is, but I'm getting used to it."

[jim_lovesrobes]

"I can imagine." He could and laughed. The idea of having yourself around, but older, was intruiguing. "How's that work? You each take a turn being you for a day or what?"

[iwatchtjhooker]

It was weird, going to a bar without Dean. He used to, of course. Back at Stanford, with friends. With Jess. Doing the "normal" thing, where "normal" didn't mean hustling pool or chatting up co-eds for leads on hauntings. But sometimes you just... wanted to get out. And while Sam had never been a particularly social animal, he had to admit that the press of voices around him made a nice change.

The drink that arrived surprised him, and he glanced around suspiciously to figure out where it had come from. Knowing his luck, it meant some demon or other had targeted him for... well what, he wasn't sure. Roofies were a little subtle for them.

[jim_lovesrobes]

One fun part about buying everyone drinks was watching people's reactions. Some people didn't care, some people were overly grateful. The guy not!Chuck was watching now looked surprised and suspicious, which hardly ever happened.

Grinning to himeslf he slid off his barstool and made his way over. "I promise it isn't poisoned. Just beer."

[iwatchtjhooker]

Which was another way of saying, "I'm not a demon, I'm just gay." Which Sam could deal with, being an open-minded person who'd been to college. Sam flashed a quick smile of apology.

"Can't be too careful here," he said. "Thanks. You, ah, celebrating something?"

[jim_lovesrobes]

Gay didn't quite cover him, but everyone had to start somewhere.

"Sanity," He said with a laugh. "Thought I'd been going crazy all week with this amnesia thing."