as close to friendship as our prada boots allow.first_donoharmNovember 28 2009, 23:17:28 UTC
"Hey, McCoy, we need to talk." Jim approaches him, Spock a step behind. Leonard sneers; how well-trained Jim has the U.N. Ambassador's son. It's enough to make him drown himself in 100-year-old whiskey. (It's been his dinner reservation for a week running; at least now he'll have an excuse.)
"About what, exactly? Run out again? You know I can only steal from my father's offices so often before he'll begin to notice."
"No, I'm fine on Vicodin," Jim says, patting his bag. "What we need is some nitrous for the house party."
"And here I thought you only kept me around for my pretty face."
"Hardly," Spock smirks, and his fist clenches of its own accord. Friend or no, Spock Grayson deserves to be taken down a notch. Someday, McCoy's gonna be the one to do it.
"How much do you need? --And wait, are you talking about the party tomorrow?" Bones runs a hand through his perfectly straight hair; somehow, every strand is still in place after his hand returns to his side. "I'm not a miracle worker, damnit. You have to give me a little more
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“Ladies, ladies, there’s enough to go around. Why don’t the five of us just make our way to somewhere a little cozier? I’d like to get to know each and every one of you.” Jim’s voice was like honey, arms spread wide over the shoulders of six 20 year olds he lead off towards the patio, most logically the hot tub
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"What've you done this time?" He wastes no time, not with these two. He's spent enough time in ER to recognize that crawling sensation: a sense of urgency, like someone's life on the line.
"Hey, not my fault this time. Blame the kid genius here," Dean jerks his thumb Sam's way, who can do nothing but grimace and hold his arm tighter. McCoy would move over to the younger of the two Winchesters, but he knows if he doesn't take care of Dean first, the wound will never get proper attention. Boy's like a stubborn mule at the best of times
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"About what, exactly? Run out again? You know I can only steal from my father's offices so often before he'll begin to notice."
"No, I'm fine on Vicodin," Jim says, patting his bag. "What we need is some nitrous for the house party."
"And here I thought you only kept me around for my pretty face."
"Hardly," Spock smirks, and his fist clenches of its own accord. Friend or no, Spock Grayson deserves to be taken down a notch. Someday, McCoy's gonna be the one to do it.
"How much do you need? --And wait, are you talking about the party tomorrow?" Bones runs a hand through his perfectly straight hair; somehow, every strand is still in place after his hand returns to his side. "I'm not a miracle worker, damnit. You have to give me a little more ( ... )
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Bones is waiting for his very own Slutty Pumpkin.
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I ACTUALLY GOT THAT
...I'll be over here now.
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I mean. What. >> WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?
Oh. Right. Some kind of prompt. Durrrrr.
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"Hey, not my fault this time. Blame the kid genius here," Dean jerks his thumb Sam's way, who can do nothing but grimace and hold his arm tighter. McCoy would move over to the younger of the two Winchesters, but he knows if he doesn't take care of Dean first, the wound will never get proper attention. Boy's like a stubborn mule at the best of times ( ... )
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HEY
JIM'S THE OTHER TROUBLEMAKER ISN'T SHE ISN'T SHE
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Right before Election night, and trying to ease the nerves.
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