Substitution - [James, Kirk]
His plan had failed. At least at first glance; James left sickbay more angry than before, any aggression he'd dissolved in his bout with Spock having returned, calcified at her touch. Stupid bitch. He'd been dumb, paralyzed, unmanned by her and he had no doubt at all where the blame lay. Whatever she'd done to him, he needed undone. Something stronger than a dickless match against a tame Vulcan. He needed alcohol, strong, and sex, in that order.
His prospects for either were good, though neither was immediately to hand. A night of debauchery would set him right. He was certain of it. It had to--he recognized that he was slipping, that his control was spread thin and he was showing through. He needed to get back in charge--it was his choice to be "James," to make nice with these assholes, as he'd done his whole damn life up to killing Pike. Having to go back to that was just the breaks. Not permanent. He had to remember that.
He strode down the corridor, purposefully ignoring his sore knee, towards his room. Comm Marlena, and go from there.
His prospects for either were good, though neither was immediately to hand. A night of debauchery would set him right. He was certain of it. It had to--he recognized that he was slipping, that his control was spread thin and he was showing through. He needed to get back in charge--it was his choice to be "James," to make nice with these assholes, as he'd done his whole damn life up to killing Pike. Having to go back to that was just the breaks. Not permanent. He had to remember that.
He strode down the corridor, purposefully ignoring his sore knee, towards his room. Comm Marlena, and go from there.