It's a bourbon picnic

[imadoctor]

Donna's invitation would have sounded nice on a normal day. Right now? With trying to treat a patient who's ignoring his (very clearly stated, dammit) orders to stay quiet and rest (no, chattering with the universe via PINpoint is NOT the same as resting!) and the general stress of knowing Nero is still floating around out there somewhere, McCoy's

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[ofmyderriere]

Just like she promised, Donna brings liquor (and a couple glasses) with her when she arrives, flip-flops smacking against the wooden gazebo stairs and her hair swinging in a loose ponytail. In comparison to McCoy, she's pretty relaxed, one thumb hooking in a belt-loop on her shorts. "Oh, you look beat."

[imadoctor]

In comparison to McCoy, everyone is relaxed. He's working on it, though. Or will be once he gets some bourbon in his system.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He means it too, not just because of the bottle she's carrying.

[ofmyderriere]

"That's me, sugar, I live to please." This might actually be true, which is more than mildly concerning, but it sounds like a line and she twitches her nose like she might laugh when she sits down next to him.

[imadoctor]

Bones will take it as a line, it's just easier that way. Later he can analyze and decide whether to add Donna to the list of people he worries about.

(He will. The only people Leonard McCoy doesn't worry about are the ones he hasn't met.)

"So what the hell has Jim been telling people, anyway?" He holds out his hands for the glasses and bottle, because while it's kind of rude to come off looking greedy, it's also rude to make a lady pour for herself.