Leonard Horatio McCoy (notjimsnanny) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-04-21 23:00:00 |
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"We realling having this conversation?"
Who: Kirk and McCoy
When: Last Night
Where: Jail, then Bones’s Apartment
What: Bail Outs, Missing Girlfriend Angst, Alcohol and Madnesss
Rating: This is a hard PG13 leaning into R territory. It’s probably not safe for work for discussion of sex and such.
McCoy's phone rang!
"Hey." McCoy answered, when he noticed the riing tone of "Hot Mess" that he'd set up for Jim's number. "What's up?"
"I hate to bug you but I've got a small problem." Jim's voice came through background noise.
"You? Can bug me any time you need." McCoy told him, careful to sound as sincere as he was about that. Especially since the Isabela thing had gone down. And especially since this was Jim, who'd probably have really good reasons. "What's the problem?"
"Well, I smell really nice and Bubba wants to so some deep cavitity exploration and I promise I'll pay you back if you bail me out." Jim actually sounded...concerned, "Its a shame really, I was on my way to see you. I used essence of olay and this nice flowery stuff for you."
"Bubba, huh?" McCoy's voice took on a hint of concern. "Cell mate? Cause I'm pretty sure there's cameras that would mean he'd get in trouble if he touched you. Otherwise I'll kick his ass myself when I get there, just for creeping you out. Hell, I should do that anyway, but the lack of cameras really ought to help me not get in trouble." Yeah, he felt protective of Jim all right. "Give me about ten minutes, kid.”
"Thanks, I'll see you then. And I promise you it wasn't my fault. Fucking midgets." He hung up.
"Midgets. Again with the midgets." McCoy muttered to himself as he snagged a jacket and his keys. "Don't the little fucks have better things to do?" Then he was on his way to goo and get Jim and see exactly what had happened now.
Jim was lounging in the lap of Bubba, who turned out to be a very butch lesbian. He waved at McCoy!
"Hey." McCoy said after he'd made the arrangements to get Jim out. "Looks like you're free to go for now. And you must be Bubba." he nodded at the woman, shook his head a little, and sighed. "Come on Jim. You can tell me about the midgets on the way out. This I have to hear."
Bubba shook his hand through the bars, her voice gravelly, "You've got a keeper here." She pinched Kirk's cheek and Kirk skedaddled out of the jailcell, making 'call me' motions at her.
McCoy shook his head, grinning a little. "Making friends?"he asked. "Typical you, Jim." He observed, giving Bubba a little wave.
Jim sauntered out. He really did smell of flowers and oil of olay, "I stopped to pick up some lunch, and some of Tony's friends decided to pop up. One fight later I'm arrested for misconduct."
"Ouch." McCoy said, shaking his head. "Those little bastards are EVERYWHERE. Here I thought we'd heard the last. You hurt anywhere? I mean you look all right, and smell amazing, but..."
"No shit!" He laughed, "There's a welt on my ass from someone testing a coin on it. Want to kiss and make it better?"
"Jesus Christ, seriously?" McCoy looked really concerned. "When I get you home, I"ll give you an ointment for that. Any of our old friends involved this time or someone new?"
Jim started laughing, "No no, the welt is a good thing." He winked.
"And why exactly might that..." McCoy frowned suddenly ,and shook his head. "You know what? Knowing would give me way too much information that I'm just not ready to deal with or know about you. Anything else go wrong?"
"Nope. Things are going good otherwise. Well all things considered." Because Kirk had decided to put on a good face about the whole Isabela thing. Maybe even appear to be over it - they already thought he was shallow.
"All things considered, yeah." McCoy took a deep breath and studied his face a long moment. "I know it's not on the same page at all, but you know, Faiza's dropped off the face of the earth too, far as I can tell. So uh if you do want to go into the emotional stuff with someone who gets it, I'll actually share my feelings and shit while we both get wasted."
Jim frowned a bit, like he was thinking about it, then sighed and nodded his head, "Allright. I probably need to. What kind of booze you got?"
"Maker's Mark, Pete's Wicked Ale, which probably won't do much, some everclear...Actually kind of a lot. I'll set you up when we get in, yeah?" McCoy asked, already pulling into the parking lot of his place.
"Everclear."
"Damn, you're brave." McCoy ushered Jim inside and toward the couch, before going to get them drinks, emerging a few minutes later with Jim's. "Good luck with that." he said, and meant it. "So uh..cheers."
Jim grinned at him, and toasted with the drink before downing it!
McCoy shot him a grin back and downed his own drink before offering the bottle for another round. "So. " he said. "Things have sucked lately."
"No shit. I can't believe she took off. Well I can believe.." Jim shrugged, "I think I just wanted a note."
"Notes are the typical response, yeah." McCoy had to agree. Just...something." he said, frowning and then, well. Might as well come out with it, since it was bothering him "In my case, well. I thought I might have meant more."
Kirk put a hand on McCoy's shoulder and squeezed, "You deserve more. Better. You, Doctor, are going to get some. I'll help."
"Yeah? I appreciate that, Jim." McCoy gave him a smile. "And you deserve to find her again, or someone else who's crazy about you and is gonna treat you right. Maybe *I* can help you look for her."
"We'll get each other more-than-lays." Kirk nodded, taking another drink, "It was like fucking a goddess."
"Sounds absolutely amazing." McCoy poured more Everclear, drank, and went to fill more but missed the glass. "Oh shit, sorry." he said, bending to lick what he'd spilt off his hand. "We'll get another goddess you can fuck, Jim. All the day to the damned moon and back."
Jim snickered. Mostly at the missing the glass, "Lightweight."
"Nah." McCoy said, and this time it worked. "More like my aim's off today. Let's hope I don't have to piss like this."
"I'm not helping with that," Kirk held up a hand, swaying a bit. "Anything else but that!"
"COMPLETEY understand that." McCoy agree, shaking his head. "Getting you to hold my junk steady would just be too weird, considering I think you're kind of hot but you're not into guys and all.'
"Not enough Everclear in the world. But if I was going to bait a man's tackle it would be you." He raised his glass in a wavery toast.
"And I'd do the same for you, always." McCoy raised his glass too. "I mean hell, what are friends for if not that.?"
"I call dibs on being top."
"Hah" McCoy snorted at that. "I say we wrestle for it. Dominance contest. Like wolves and lions choosing the alpha male. Whatdaya think? You up for that if we're ever in the position?”
"You know I'd kick your scrawny ass, Bones." He clapped the man on the shoulder, snickerlaughing.
"Darlin, if that happens it's because I WANT you." McCoy pointed out. "And that depends on my mood, really." Heh. "I mean, sure, I'm into it sometimes. But I'm not sure if it'd be a challenge trying to be the one on top or not here."
"We realling having this conversation?" Jim grinned. He looked about ready to topple over.
"Really, really." McCoy agreed. "We'll deny it later, naturally. Have to. That way no one can ever use it against us, you know?" He was sprawled across his sofa now, kind of obscenely, which, given the conversation made sense.
"Where's the nearest..." He waved a hand and stumbled over, forgetting his sentence.
"Nearest..." McCoy tried to guess what he was asking. "Uh toilet's down the hall, couple doors to the left. Or there's some plants if you don't wanna walk that far. They're tall and large. It should work."
"Laying down." He tapped his fingers together like trying to make a shape, "Sleep. Place thing."
"Well there's this one." McCoy patted the couch. "Wanna lay in my lap Jim? Kinda like a cat or puppy or some pet. I'd keep you. You're all fluffy today."
Jim nodded his head and stumbled over, landing on McCoy. Considering he'd barely slept lately, except for an 8 hour spurt on Rand's couch, the Everclear had knocked his ass out.
McCoy started patting Jim's hair, not sexually, but like he'd pet his best friend who was in distress. There were differences, after all. "You get some rest." he added, unnecessarily. "Tomorrow we'll talk more about ways to help you find another girl." But tonight? Well, McCoy had that under control.