003; the play's the thing.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[All things considered, Jim really deserves to sit in the bar on the plane and drink until she can't remember her own name, and then wake up tomorrow wishing she was dead.

Admittedly, if she'd wanted, that could've been arranged, very easily. And maybe (in her darker moments, when she just wanted this whole mess to be over with if it couldn't stay in the goddamn past where it belonged) that would have just let the universe break away and make a clean cut from Tarsus IV. Instead, it got very messy and people made mistakes and went too far (she made mistakes and went too far) and now there's a girl in a mental ward and vengeance is served. Not justice, maybe, but that's not the dish best served cold, is it?

She has one drink only, and maybe that will become two or four later, but for now one's a good start. She raises it in a mock toast (hail ceasar) before downing half of it and resting it on the bartop.]


ooc: canon-bump ahoy, mod-approved.

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

The occasion is rare when alcohol solves anything.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

But I find the occasion is rarer when pointing it out changes anything.

[lamb_of_gold]

Force of habit.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[She just nods a little, and maybe even raises her glass in an ironic half-salute before bringing it to her lips again.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[He smirks, and moves behind the bar.]

And what, pray tell are you trying to solve?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[because these two -need to chat-. somehow. someway]

You seem upset.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

It would seem that way.

[All agreeable-like. Hello.]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

And consuming alcohol will solve that?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Not exactly.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[Suiseiseki just happens to be walking by when she notices you, Jim. and she makes a face because ew, alcohol]

Why are you drinking that, desu?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Why do any people?

[What are you doing in a bar.]

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

Well, most humans are stupid, desu. They do a lot of things they probably shouldn't.

[it was there!]

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

That may be true.

[:|]

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian Flyte is holding not one but TWO bottles of wine. One is Château Lafaurie-Peyraguey and the other is Château Margaux]

Oh, hello. How do you do? What are you drinking?

[he sets his bottles on the table, then pulls his teddy bear out from under the counter and dusts him off] There were are. Poor Aloysius. I hope you didn't feel too neglected. I'll give you your own glass if you like.

[Sebastian smiles at Kirk] I don't think we've met. Sebastian Flyte.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[And Jim's eyebrows are making a break for the ceiling. That's far from one of the oddest things she's seen - Starfleet'll do that to you - but the teddy bear is.

Huh.]

James Kirk.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Everyone here has such very unusual names. I think that by the end of a month here, I shall find myself completely disoriented by the normality of names at Oxford. It's a pleasure, Miss Kirk.

[he pours himself one glass of each wine, and then pours a tiny little shot glass for his teddy]

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Captain.

[But it's not a particularly forceful correction, possibly because she's a little too distracted by the little shot-wine-glass. Does he really think the teddy bear's going to drink it?]

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[Kate's been in enough bars washing down the taste of a bad case, a failed rescue, bitter pills of all shapes and sizes, to recognise it immediately; she gets something for herself, something she's never heard of because why not, and slips onto a near stool]

Bad day? [her voice is wryly sympathetic, and there's a weary hunch to her shoulders]

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[She offers a nod of acknowledgement to Kate and a matching wry tone.] You could say that.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

It's nice, being able to take a time out. Literally.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

I'll drink to that.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[And there's a woman sliding into the chair next to her at the bar, a woman who more than likely has the same goal of starting with one drink and who, likely, will have quite a few more. Alex's head is wrapped completely with a bandage and chances are drinking her own weight in wine is probably not a good idea considering those meds she's on in "reality," but see if that stops her.]

That toast for anything specific?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

It is.

[...That gets an eyebrow raise, and a little bit of polite concern.]

Looks like your day might have been worse than mine.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex responds to that with a dismissive smile; worse is definitely relative.]

Oh, it's not as bad as it seems. The doctor's keep saying the worst part is over, actually.

[She raises her own glass in a mock toast before taking a, well, pretty big sip.]

S how about a toast to the hope of improvement, then?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Oh, completely. Still, people only tried to kill her, whereas it looks like someone got close to succeeding with Alex.]

Sounds good to me. [She clinks her glass against Alex's and downs the rest of it.]