Captain's Log; Star Date 2259.80 [Video]

[starfleet_pimp]

[Kirk's in the middle of a bar, slightly buzzed, with a crowd around him. Several people in the crowd are scribbling down on notepads.]

... take the square root, and you have 4.167.

[Everyone turns to the people writing as they confer notes and then nod, the bar erupting in applause and Kirk grins like an idiot.]Come on, it's only a few hours

Comments

[cry_reaper]

James?

[starfleet_pimp]

Mara! Just who I was hoping to see.

[cry_reaper]

I... really?

[starfleet_pimp]

Of course.

[starfleet_pimp]

Because we fucked?

[starfleet_pimp]

So he kills me. I wake up tomorrow and I can have him thrown in jail.

[starchilde_lost]

You are so not coming into work tonight.

[starfleet_pimp]

I have a job?

[starchilde_lost]

Which pretty much takes care of that issue right there.

I know, I know, I'll ask, gimme a break, Kil.

Do you need a ride home, maybe a baby-sitter for the rest of the night?

[starfleet_pimp]

You make it sound like I haven't done this every night for the past forever.

[theshockvalue]

This is your super power? You do math?

[starfleet_pimp]

Don't have a super power, spark plug.

[harrysbackup]

Didn't we learn not to get drunk in bars?

[starfleet_pimp]

I might have learned that, but then I probably got so drunk the next night I forgot the lesson.

[harrysbackup]

Typical.