The things you can find when you're not looking . . .

[outcastprince]

So. He needs a new pack of cigarettes.

In fact, he needs a lot of things, but those can be ordered at his leisure. For the cigs, he pulls on a dark green shirt and dark trousers before heading out in the early evening to see what he can find.

Comments

[dctr_mccoy]

The amount of people that enjoyed the nightlife of Risa surprised him. Maybe he was just an old man trapped in a thirty-something body, but the thumping music and bright lights never appealed to him.

Walking past one of these clubs he almost walked into a familiar object. Sybok looked irritated. "You okay?" he asked, wondering how two brothers could be so different.

Or were they? It all confused him.

[outcastprince]

"Yeah, fine," but then he looked up to see who was actually talking. "Oh, McCoy - evening," his hand came up to brush the cut on his cheek. "What are you doing around here?"

[dctr_mccoy]

"Got called into check on one of the crew." Not everyone from the Enterprise understood the idea of moderation.

Well, that particular ensign did now, after a stern lecture from Doctor McCoy. "You're hurt," he said, eyes drawn to the laceration. "Come here and let me see that."

[outcastprince]

"It's only a cut," he said, trying to downsize the issue, brushing a drop of green off his hand. "It'll heal."