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thecapitol2013-04-25 11:53 pm
captjtkirk) wrote in thecapitol2013-04-25 11:53 pm
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Who: Jim & Eva
What: AH haaa. Who knows?
When: An inappropriate hour to be wasted. Sometime last week.
Where: Training Center
Rating: TBH? I don't know yet.
There was never a better time to get trashed than on someone else's dime. Jim usually had to charm his way into a couple of shots and maybe a beer, but this? This was free just because he'd been kidnapped to bizarro world. He couldn't think of anything he wanted to do more after getting over dying than wandering downstairs and discovering a fully functional bar that was willing to ply him with enough booze to break his liver and not kick him out if he started hitting on poor unsuspecting civilians.
He couldn't say they shouldn't know better. They picked him after all. They brought him here.
They really should have known better.
Jim slides onto a bar stool and pretends he doesn't look like a hobo instead of the finest Starfleet Captain the Federation had to offer, because here? Well here what the hell was he anyway? A pretty face that died from stupidity. That would really draw a crowd.
What: AH haaa. Who knows?
When: An inappropriate hour to be wasted. Sometime last week.
Where: Training Center
Rating: TBH? I don't know yet.
There was never a better time to get trashed than on someone else's dime. Jim usually had to charm his way into a couple of shots and maybe a beer, but this? This was free just because he'd been kidnapped to bizarro world. He couldn't think of anything he wanted to do more after getting over dying than wandering downstairs and discovering a fully functional bar that was willing to ply him with enough booze to break his liver and not kick him out if he started hitting on poor unsuspecting civilians.
He couldn't say they shouldn't know better. They picked him after all. They brought him here.
They really should have known better.
Jim slides onto a bar stool and pretends he doesn't look like a hobo instead of the finest Starfleet Captain the Federation had to offer, because here? Well here what the hell was he anyway? A pretty face that died from stupidity. That would really draw a crowd.