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Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy (damnitjim) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-05-26 01:59:00

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!closed, kaylee frye, leonard "bones" mccoy (xi)

CHARACTERS: Leonard McCoy, Kaylee Frye.
LOCATION: A bar near the building they live in.
TIME: Late evening.
NOTES: WARNING - Drinking and swearing are probable.

"Jefferson's," McCoy told the bartender with a tired sigh. "Just go ahead and give me the bottle. And an extra glass." Best to be prepared if Jim showed up. The bartender gave him a look, but handed over the bottle and two glass, and Bones made his way over to a table in the corner. He poured himself a glass, knocking it back without really noticing the burn. He poured another, drinking it down slowly, pausing afterward to check his conversation with Jocelyn. Kaylee pointed out that they had left it open for all to see and he felt a knot of shame twist in his gut. Another mistake. And Joanna had seen it all. In spite of everything, he'd never wanted her to think badly of her mother, and he certainly hadn't wanted her to see how much of a bastard he could be. He hated that he'd let Jocelyn get to him, and hated more that he had upset his daughter.

"Damn it!" he growled, throwing the PDA at the wall, staring at the broken pieces with disinterest before throwing back another drink. He set the glass aside and dropped his head to his hands, breathing harshly as he tried to calm down. Why did he always let Jocelyn get to him? Probably because deep down he felt like she was right. He remembered when he'd first met her, all shining red hair and mischievous smiles, not an angry, vindictive woman who hated him to the same degree she'd once loved him. She had been beautiful, still was in fact, quick-witted and funny and he had somehow twisted that and made her what she was now. And he hated himself for it. Maybe if he hadn't been such a damn bastard...but he couldn't change the past. He wondered if they had been happy in the other reality Jim talked about, if somehow they had worked things out between them, if somehow he had been...better. He quickly pushed those thoughts aside as hypocritical. He'd told Jim not to dwell on what might have been if Nero had never changed things, and he shouldn't either.

"Maybe it wouldn't matter what universe we were in," he told himself pouring another drink. His fourth. Or was it fifth? No...it was definitely his fourth. He supposed it didn't really matter. "Maybe I would always find some way to screw it up."

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itsrealsimple
2009-05-26 01:24 am UTC (link)

"Suppose I shouldn't be too surprised that this was where you were," Kaylee said, frowning at Dr. McCoy before glancing down at the shattered pieces of the PDA, picking them each other and carrying them over to the table as she sat down next to him, looking across the table at him. "Men get themselves worked up, and then they go and do somethin' stupid. Not a good pattern, but it's a pattern nonetheless," She said, frowning as she sorted out the pieces. It was something to give her hands and her eyes to do so that she wasn't staring, and she wasn't touching to comfort until she was sure exactly what kind of reaction she was going to get.

"You ain't gonna drink that whole bottle by yourself, are ya?" Kaylee said, staring at it for a moment before looking up at him. "That much alcohol'll kill ya."

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damnitjim
2009-05-26 01:37 am UTC (link)

"What can I say?" Bones said with a shrug, pouring some of the bourbon into the other glass and sliding it over to her. "Would hate to go an' break from the pattern...doing stupid things an' all." His accent was thicker with alcohol and a sort of bone-deep weariness that he wore like his uniform, and he poured his own glass, holding it up to her. "To marriage," he said with more than a little disdain, "an' to knowing better."

"Figured Jim'd show up an' help me along with it," he said idly. "'Sides, I can hold a lot more 'en you'd think." He trailed off and looked down at his glass. "Never meant for anyone ta see that. Joce jus' knows how ta get me madder 'en a wet hen. Never was much good at making smart decisions with her."