"It's a monumentally f**king idiotic idea!"
Who: Scotty, Kirk, Gaila (briefly, she was on scene though) What: Brief phone call intervention? That work? Sure it does. Short n' sweet. When: A while after the waking up n' stuff log. Where: Mad Monty's! Rating: PG-13, language (as if anyone couldn't tell. Status: Complete
Kirk grabbed up his phone, hearing it ring. He squinted, not recognizing the number!
It was Cass' number, actually. Her phone is doing the ringringbananaphone, answer it you big dummy thing! Its going to keep ringing too, because people know he's so on his phone, twenty four seven, for hook ups. Or, maybe, other things. But mostly people just assume it's Kirk, and he's got ladies calling him.
He finally answered it, "No English!"
"You bloody well dae speak English, you ARSE," Scotty said, in full on Scottish attack voice, with the expression to match. Yes, if someone only ate a mere soy bean every day and claimed they were full, he'd be looking like he was about to chew them out for not having a normal appetite, as well as expecting him to be satisfied with the same amount. Don't even get him started on the soy part of that scenario.
"Scotty?" Kirk sat up, looking at his phone, "Ahah! You borrowed someones! ...this is about last night isn't it."
"Aye. Cassie's phone." Scotty eyed Cass and gave her a shrug like he's just going to go settle this, in case she wanted to give the battle bot a test drive. Just don't burn stuff. "Oh, ye bet yer arse it's about party night. Ye think maybe next time people are being stubborn, ye cannae give them a BLOODY NUDGE LIKE YE GONNAE WHIP OUT FUCKING POMPOMS AND CHEER THEM ON LIKE AN EEJIT?!"
"How am I tae take ye seriously?! If yer pulling shite like that! HOW IS ANYONE for that matter?" so says Scotty, and he's pointing at the phone like YOU, YES YOU, I AM POINTING THIS OUT TO YOU even if Kirk can't see it.
Cass nodded her head and fired up the robot, intent on bug testing her programming. She also wanted to give Scotty some privacy when it came to arguing with Kirk.
Kirk, meanwhile, was holding his phone away from his ear like he was about to go deaf.
"I swear tae gaaaaawd, ye dae that again, tae any of those girls...even India lassie, I will knock ye flat on yer ARSE," so says Scotty, complete with an exagerated wave of one hand that looks like slap-a-bitch. "And another thing...Sulu. Is that really what one does, when they're a house guest? HOW DID WE EVER...and I mean EVER...think that following yer lead was a BRILLIANT IDEA? Because it's a monumentally fucking idiotic idea! Ye couldnae lead a team of monkeys in a SHITE FLINGING CONTEST!"
"Scotty, give me..." Kirk pulled the phone away from his ear again, Scotty's voice reaching the sort of high pitch that probably was driving Clitty nuts. He tried to speak again, "Under most circumstances..." He winced, "They seemed to enjoy it, and I didn't force anything. I wasn't expecting anything to happen, really. It seemed like a brilliant idea at the time. But I broke Wheaton's Law, and I'm sorry about that. Mostly to Sulu, but also to you since that was your girlfriend."
Kirk bristled, "Fuck, Scotty. There's a big fucking difference between a night of drinking and fucking around and a fucking project to go to the fucking moon! That shit I take seriously! When its actual lives and shit at stake!"
"Really? Ye havenae given me any other reason tae see that yet, other than a crazy arse plan. Ye realize that, right? Until ye dae that, not a one of us is gonnae take this seriously, other than gawkers waiting tae see if ye kill ourselves or ye make us fall flat on our faces. Sae, AYE, ye crossed the line. A wee bit. I'm done yelling now. Because there's nae further sense in it, I've gotten me point across."
Scotty really didn't even CARE who he was getting the point across to, because if it needed to be said, he was saying it. Dammit.
"I need a drink," Scotty finally finished, roughly rubbing one hand down over his face.
"Then give me a chance to prove it. I found an old private submarine, one of those used by scientific explorers. We could reverse engineer it to work in space. I also have a launch location and a lead on a platform to launch from."
Blink blink. Blink. Scotty held the phone away and looked at it, for a good long while.
"Aye? Really. Fine then. Can we talk about this at the pub?" As quick as he was to get angry, it was all gone in an instant.
"I really am sorry shit got out of hand. I go through some dark phases sometimes." Kirk was rubbing his own face. He wasn't going to vocally say it, but the painkillers plus alcohol had been stupid. Despite that, he was going to stand up and take the blame and not try to place it on the really stupid mixture.
"....aye, it did, and I suppose I'm only venting. Which is shite of me, also. Fine, let's just be over it, then. We're adults. Mostly. Some of us more than others," he joked and sounded pretty much like normal Scotty. No hard feelings. "Can ye make it tae Mad Dogs then? If yer feeling up tae it?"
"In a little bit. I have some other things to do, and I still need to give Sulu a proper apology."
"Aye, I'd say sae. Well...sorry I yelled, lad. I'm gonnae gae see if the robo needs anything slightly adjusted, then I'm starting on plans for yer project." Scotty almost added dunnae fuck it up but refrained. For once. "Well, robo, pub, plans t'morrow. Aye. Later then, Kirk."
"Later." And with that, Kirk hung up, before returning to trying to fix Sulu's plants.