James Tiberius Kirk (
universal_charm) wrote2020-12-14 11:29 pm
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You've reached Kirk Industries, Inc.
Just leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
If this is personal, well, do the same - except you've called James Kirk.
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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.
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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.
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Everyone needs their outlet. [ Damon's is carnage. Sex. Alcohol. Kirk's is grilled cheese. ]
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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. ]
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Pacing. Arguing with whomever picked up your latest tirade. Better for all you stuck with the grilled cheese.
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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.
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[ 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.
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[ 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.
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[ 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. ]
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Almost done?
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[ He opened his eyes and slid off the chair, blinking, but keeping himself upright and not stumbling. Points for him. ]
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Better than being a walking nothing. Come on. [ Should he need to, his arm slides around Kirk's back/wait to hold him up. Should he NEED IT. ]
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How far is your place?
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[ He waves to one of the waitresses and leads Kirk through the bright, lit casino to the lobby. ]
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[ He yawned, bumping his shoulder against Damon's. ]
I didn't really get to try out the couches at the party, even though I helped you buy them.
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