Kirk, Faith, open
"No, no, you don't even understand," Faith said, laughing so hard some of her drink splashed out over his hand. "When I say 'fat', I don't mean like, slightly overweight 'I just have to drop a few hundred pounds' I mean like, Jabba the Hut overweight, and he just sat in this bathtub, all the time, with his servants bathing him and screaming out these orders, so B she just comes along and fries the poor sucker and he just..." she couldn't finish the story, she was laughing so hard.
It was one of those stories where you had no idea how it had gotten to be so funny, and suspected it had a lot to do with what you were drinking and how you'd started talking about it, but Kirk was finding the whole situation uproariously funny as well. "No shit. So what, you had fried fat man on a stick?"
Faith laughed again, leaning forward to press a hand against Kirk's chest under the guise of 'supporting herself'. He was cute, there was no shame in a little harmless flirting. "No... no soup, he couldn't get out of the tub to be on a stick."
Kirk eased down from his laughter high, miming wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. "Oh man," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Reminds me of the Volterkai, over in sector..." he made like he was thinking about it. "I don't remember. Spock would know. They're just... they're slugs, it's ridiculous, and they communicate using these strange sort of..." he was starting to giggle again. "Noises, and I swear on the hand of god, it sounds like they're farting. All the time. And we're supposed to be dignified about negotiating trade agreements with them?"
That sent Faith back into laughter again. She knew they were being ridiculous, but it was a party. The whole point was to drink a bit and tell stupid stories and have fun.
Looking around, she tried to see if there was anyone in the vicinity who would justify her insane laughter by laughing along, but she thought she'd be content enough to just chat with Kirk for a while.