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[ He leans in. ] Bifrons has eyes everywhere.

Hmm, careful, last time you were this close and I had a few drinks in me, I kissed you, remember?

_{[ He reached up, placing a finger on Damon's forehead and pushing him back. ]}

And how far did that get you? [ But, he's not above the flirtation. The entire night has been riding that line. A lack of attention Damon's been getting from any member of any sex, downright encouraging Kirk at this point. But, he does get reminded that hey, it didn't work Kirk's first time around. ]

It got me a kiss.

_{[ He shrugged, smirking, but Damon had told him he wasn't interested like that, and he respected that once the line was drawn. Didn't mean he couldn't flirt a little, or tease, but he'd keep his lips to himself unless Damon said otherwise. ]}

Why, having a change of heart?

_{[ A brow arched, teasing him. He took another bite of his sandwich, because it was a shame to let good toast and cheese go to waste. ]}

Yes, as a matter of fact. They tampered with more than just my array of powers. They switched off my heterosexuality, those monsters! [ No, Kirk. No change of heart. ] So, is that what gets you going? Tall, dark and bad influencing men of all species? [ He seems to have forgotten Kirk's flirting with the stylists, but he's only ever bared witness to Kirk and men. Including himself. ]

_{[ Eh, worth checking, not that he had expected one. Another bite of his sandwich, no feelings hurt. ]}

Yeah, or women - though I'm partial to color green in them. Like I told you, I don't discriminate. It's about the good time, not about the parts.

Why green? [ Seriously. ]

They're fun. The Orion, they're called.

Their race, you mean.

Yup - got it in one. They're humanoid, but their skin is green.

How -- [ Well, you know, he waves his hand. He refills what's left of Jim's drink, even if he hadn't finished it, topping himself off. ] With it being just me and you, I might have to close down early.

How what?

_{[ He finished off his sandwich, licking his lips and pushing the plate
away, taking his newly topped off drink and holding it up in thanks. ]}

Fair enough. Thanks, for this.

[ His mind was going to go Star Trek. But, admittedly, it fritzes. Can't have people fourth walling the masses. ] Science fiction show. [ But, he waved it away. ]

Everyone needs their outlet. [ Damon's is carnage. Sex. Alcohol. Kirk's is grilled cheese. ]

Hmm, you mean Stark Trek - the show supposedly based on my life? Or, well, the life of my self in another time-line.

_{[ Surprise, Damon, he knew. That cherry had gotten popped awhile ago
back in Luceti. ]}

This is one. Maybe not the most productive, but I wasn't getting anywhere just pacing in my studio, admittedly.

_{[ And it had been worth the grilled cheese, though sex would be nice
too. He liked sex, a lot. It was... there was a lot to it for him. Not
relationship wise, but he had reasons. Barring that, a good run, or a long
ride on his bike. For now the grilled cheese was doing it. ]}

I do. People've mentioned it? [ He knew your middle name. Let's be honest. He also knows just how many female aliens he's bedded. Not because Damon watched, but because pop culture was like that. It's well known where he's from. ]

Pacing. Arguing with whomever picked up your latest tirade. Better for all you stuck with the grilled cheese.

Hmm, in Luceti they did. It was weird, at first, but most of what they talked about wasn't me. It was the other me, in another time-line, the one Old Spock came from, or split off, whatever you want to call it. I'm to drunk to explain time malfunctions.

_{[ He waved his hand and tossed back the last of his drink. ]}

The company wasn't half bad either.

You're talking to a guy who traveled to a prison dimension set on one day in the year 1994. Who's, admittedly, not as drunk as you. But, we've also traveled here. Which resembles some semblance of what the future might look like one day.

[ So, suck it up. ]

Wasn't? I thought I had a couch with your name on it? Leaving me already? It won't take long to clean up and close down. Unless you have somewhere better to be.

I sincerely hope not.

_{[ He hates time-travel, okay? ]}

Oh, you were serious about that? Well, thanks. Yeah. A cab out to the second district would cost a fortune anyways.

At this hour? [ Duh. ] Can you entertain yourself for the next half hour or should I put on this universe's version of late night TV?

Maybe if you sing a little song while you work.

[ How do you make him roll his eyes this much? Why is he helping? Who even are you? Excuse him while he moves back over to the screen to log his tabs, bro. ]

_{[ It just gets a grin out of him, Kirk leaning back in his chair and
closing his eyes. He tried to meditate a little, a practice he was relying
on more and more. It was harder when drunk, but he was managing it, a
little. It just made him feel floaty. Floaty? Yeah, floaty. ]}

[ The tabs take him about twenty minutes before he's wiping down the counter and rolling the plastic out, covering the rows of bottles. He may have been chastised the one night he hadn't. So, it's a routine he gets down but doesn't like doing. ]

_{[ Kirk is quiet through it all, sometimes shifting in his chair, but otherwise not causing trouble. Surprise. He was content to let himself drift some, mind bubbling to much for him to go anyplace he didn't want to venture to. ]}

Almost done?

Getting antsy? [ He is almost done, actually, as he shuts the system off and logs out. ] Still a walking basketcase? [ The nicest, Damon. ]

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