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Alien Hangovers are the Worst
Jim doesn't want to be here. His ears are ringing, everything is too bright, and he is crazy sore. There are slightly more immediate matters at hand, however. Kirk clears his throat before facing the forum.
"Is there a proper flower or card to express 'Sorry I passed out and drooled on you before puking on the floor'? Because I really need that right now." Jim rubs at his face slowly, scrubbing it over his eyes and down his cheeks.
And no, giving him a bucket isn't necessary. He's more or less fine now, just feeling really awful right this second. In more than one way.
"Is there a proper flower or card to express 'Sorry I passed out and drooled on you before puking on the floor'? Because I really need that right now." Jim rubs at his face slowly, scrubbing it over his eyes and down his cheeks.
And no, giving him a bucket isn't necessary. He's more or less fine now, just feeling really awful right this second. In more than one way.
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She's grinning at Jim, wondering if her secrets are worth keeping right now. It's been way too long, after all. It might be fun to have a one night stand.
"I'm a visitor in the Nexus, these days," she confesses. "Used to live here, but things changed. I'm just keeping an eye out for the changes. My home world is...complicated. I'm from about three million years from here, but I live in Spain in the here and now. That's the Nexus for you."
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"Wow." Three million? That's significantly more than he assumed. "2259 back where I come from. If replicated food is garbage in the future, it's probably like neolithic food to you in the now." Jim's now, not...augh, the Nexus is complicated. "I'm new here." Jim admits. "Popping in and out during the down time on our five year exploratory mission. Glad I showed up today though."
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Hips is grinning, and stepping closer to this blond, blue-eyed paragon of Starfleet virtue. Honestly? She's looking forward to corrupting him, with a giant grin.
"Tell you what. Let's eat, drink, and be merry. And then? We'll play it by ear. Sound fair?"
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Jim wouldn't be sure he could be corrupted. His track record isn't exactly spotless. But that right there? That's a grin Jim knows. Hell. If he can have this affect hungover and rumpled, today is a good day indeed. Jim pulls her hand up and plants a kiss on her knuckle without breaking eye contact.
"Breakfast, coffee it is. And if flying in an antique won't startle you, I'm off duty yet for the next eight hours." Bringing strangers back to the Enterprise? Is that legal? Who gives a fuck.
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"Antique? Maybe. I'm sure my ship is lamer than yours. Lieutenant Commander Hippolyta Hollister, serving on the Jupiter Mining Corporation vessel Red Dwarf. You can call me Hips. Been a civvie for a while now, since the Dwarf is lost in the Nexus somewhere. What's your ship, Kirk?"
Like she doesn't know. But she's learned not to break everybody's brains, now.
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"Captain James T. Kirk, USS Enterprise. Active duty." It might also be that he just likes saying it. This one has quite the ego. He'll grab the door for Hips of the small diner and settle into a little corner booth. The coffee is mediocre at best, but it beats the pants of the mud he gets out of his replicator, so Jim isn't complaining.
"Mining vessel, eh? What did you specialize in Lt. Commander?"
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Oh, god. She's truly in trouble now. But then again, could anybody blame her for trying to get with Captain Kirk? Fangirls across the Nexus are cheering her on.
"I was head of the security force on my ship. Believe me, there was nothing worse than a bunch of drunken astros on payday. I was there to bung all the offenders in our brig."
The coffee is shit. But that's okay, the company is hotter than hell.
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"I like a woman who can hold her own." He doesn't wink, but there's this little eyebrow waggle that's almost as bad. His headache is almost completely forgotten by now. "The coffee isn't the best, sorry." He shrugs. "Can't fuck up diner food though, so there's always that." Pancakes and eggs sound amazing right now.
"Three million years in the future and you still used currency?" Jim quirks an eyebrow here. Okay, there's clearly things to look forward to, but that doesn't mean he's uninterested in her world. "I'm kind of shocked the crew was that mutinous."
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She knows his reputation. Knows how this will go. Hopefully nobody will call her on her promiscuous ways. She sips her muddy coffee, and she's not totally turned of by it.
"The three million years thing was a mistake. I was born in Detroit about...two hundred years from now? There was an accident on my ship, that's why I woke up three million years in the future. Honestly, my brain is stuck in the year 2259."
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"That's ten kinds of FUBAR." Jim can sort of sympathize. "We've had weird alternate realities and time travel problems back home too. It's nuts."
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Holy hell, this man is hot. She should be tied up and shot for this.
"Oh, you have no idea. Someday I'll give you the whole story. Meanwhile, we're having pancakes and coffee, so that's the important part."
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"Someday, huh? Date's not even over and you're promising me a rematch?" That eyebrow goes up again. Jim can't stop the smirk that's spreading across his face. Those blue eyes are shining with suppressed laughter.
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Her own grey-blue eyes are sparkling with amusement, honestly. It's been a long time since she's had a short-term relationship, mainly because her children were weighing on her mind.
Kirk gives no fucks. That's what makes him Kirk. And she's a-OK with that.
"I'm hard to impress, fair warning."
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Today is a great day to be Jim Kirk. Hips is going to get the Grand Tour, if by grand tour she expects to see every corner of Jim's quarters. Because that's about as far as he's going to take her.