[Hirat-kur Theater - opening night: open]

[rn_chapel]

The novelty of an all-Vulcan production of one of Shakespeare's extravagantly emotional plays was a big draw, and there was quite a crowd on Romeo and Juliet's opening night. People chatted and mingled in the plaza outside the Hirat-kur Theater, the lustrous fabrics of formal-wear bright against the crimson walls that gave the building its name.

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Jim/Bones

[dctr_mccoy]

It had been a rough couple of days but Jim was back, and they'd talked, and they'd yelled and they'd gotten through it, like they always did, and always would. And now it was time to get back to their lives, their obligations. Back to being themselves.

Bones returned from his afternoon appointments to find a set of Vulcan-styled formal robes laid out on the bed. A rich, dark green, the fabric almost velvety in its sheen. His mouth quirked even as he tried to produced a resigned sort of noise. Jim.

On the other hand, it was good to see that they were returning to themselves. That Jim felt good enough to want to go out and have some fun tonight.

There was a ticket and a note. Be here at 1800. JTK , an address written on the bottom of the page.

And so here Bones was, dressed up like a peacock, sweating in this ridiculous get-up and sipping on a cold, fermented ale that was as close to beer as they got on this oven of a planet.

[kirktastic]

Oblivious to what they had caused Spock, Jim and Bones gave each other only a minute or two to relax, breathing hard with near-matching grins. Finally, Jim tugged Bones up for a small kiss, licking a bit of mess from his lip, then stood up. "Can't hide ourselves too long," Jim murmured in disappointment, but felt too good to be too down about it. Hell, that had been hot.

It took another minute to get themselves presentable again, breathing calming, cheeks losing their flush. Jim gave Bones an affectionate squeeze of the hand before he cracked open the door, peeked out, then slipped out along side of his doctor.

They hadn't been doing anything inappropriate in the closet. He grinned as their escape went unnoticed (or so he thought), and closed the door behind him. "I need a drink, don't know about you."

[dctr_mccoy]

"Right behind you, Captain," Bones snorted, sparing one second to wipe a streak of black make-up off of Jim''s face with his thumb..  "Might need to find a powder room, touch up your face, darlin'," he added with a smirk.

Their quest for a drink stopped short when they reached the lobby and noticed the crowd gathered, some horrified and some outright gawking at the fight that had broken out. "Ah fuck," he muttered.

Korby and the other James Kirk, the one with those crazy kitten posts, assholes both. Bones was all for letting them knock the shit out of each other... but those were Enterprise people.

Shit knows they didn't need this. 

[kirktastic]

"Not wearing it again if you're going to make fun of me," Jim teased right back, lying entirely. He grinned, feeling good until-

Seriously? In a theater? Jim rubbed his brow slowly, utterly grateful that neither of these assholes was actually part of his crew. Neither "James" nor Korby were listed as crew, just passengers, but it still reflected badly on the Enterprise and Starfleet to see them acting like idiots in public.

When Jim saw the Vulcan officer coming up, he just looked to Bones. "I'm glad neither of them are wearing anything Starfleet related," he muttered quietly, and decided he wasn't going to have anything to bother with it

[dctr_mccoy]

"It wouldn't bother me one bit if those two took a very long walk off a very short pier, if you catch my meaning," Bones said after they'd walked away, heading toward the bar.

"Bourbon neat," he told the bartender, then looked back at Jim. "What do you want?" 

[kirktastic]

"Agreed. It isn't like I'm letting either of them back on my ship," Jim pointed out, looking over the selection. He wondered if some of the choices were there because there were so many outsiders coming by now, because he doubted a Vulcan would want some of them.

"Saurian brandy," Jim ordered from the bartender. He took the drink when it was offered, taking a sip of it. He thought about the squat, green bottle of port Spock had served them on the Enterprise, and wondered if it was even possible to get some anymore.

He looked up at the bartender over the glass, and blinked in surprise. "Guinan?? What are you doing here?" He grinned slowly, leaning forward. "One beautiful lady who gets around." He liked her wit, remembering when he spoke to her before.

[guinan_listens]

"Hello sunshine," she answered, pulling out another bottle and poured a couple glasses, handing them to a waiting attendant.. "Almost didn't recognize you in that formal get-up. You two enjoying the play?" she asked, wiping the bar with a towel.

[kirktastic]

"I'm enjoying myself here," which wasn't entirely a lie. He grinned lazily, wondering if the sunshine comment was a mark on the drink he had gotten from her before. "Besides, company's good." Complete with a little gesture of his head towards Bones.

He looked to Bones. "Have you met Guinan?"

[dctr_mccoy]

"No, I haven't. Pleased to meet you, ma'am," Bones nodded at her. Jim had a knack for finding interesting people.  

[guinan_listens]

"Likewise," she grinned back. "I do love a man with old-fashioned manners. Reminds me of one of my husbands. Sweet man, that one." He looked a little like someone else she met recently. All these people seemed to look like someone else.

"Glad to hear you two are enjoying it. Most of the Terrans don't seem to appreciate the subtlety of their interpretation." She raised an eyebrow, then smirked. 

[kirktastic]

Jim kept very much to himself his opinions about Bones' old southern manners. It was impolite for... anyone else to know.

"It's an odd choice, to say the least. Why do Vulcans enjoy doing a play that's so emotionally charged?" He leaned forward, curious to see if she had an insight.

[guinan_listens]

"Perhaps the liked the challenge?" she suggested. "Or maybe, deep down, they like a good tearjerker, however illogical the motivation."

The quiet one was almost done with his drink. "I'm sorry, Jim's friend - I didn't catch your name. You want another one?" she asked, pointing at his nearly empty glass.

[dctr_mccoy]

"Sorry," he flushed a little. Extending his hand, Bones replied, "I'm Leonard," offering a shy smile as he eyed her ready bottle. "Maaaaaaybe one to take back inside, get us through the second act. I'm not as fond of the theatre as the captain here," he grinned. Or at least, he didn't use to be.

If all trips to see a play ended up like this one, he might be more inclined to go.

[kirktastic]

Jim gave his friend a sly smile. "I have a new lease on the theater." He kept his voice calm, but his eyes danced.

[guinan_listens]

There was something between them, and it was sweet to see. Guinan wiped at the bar again, watching them, listening to what they weren't saying. The rascal had a beau. Precious.

Guinan fixed the boyfriend his drink, and made another one for Jim. "On the house," she told them, pushing the drinks toward the men. "You two enjoy the second act."

She handed Jim an extra napkin. "In case you get a little weepy."

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones snorted at that. "Thank you, ma'am," he told her, taking the drink and nodding again. He tried to get the robes to fold properly, but fuck he hadn't fastened this shit up right after the closet incident, and it was hanging badly. Great.

"Ready, Jim?"