A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-10 02:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, james kirk, janice rand |
"Hi Elvis! Ohh, this planet's so weird,"
Who: Jim and Janice
What: What happens when two people get drunk in Vegas?
When: Day they arrived in Vegas!
Where: Las Vegas!
Status: Complete!
Rating: R!
Jim had decided being in vegas meant drinking, poker, and hitting on everything that moves, if 'everything that moves' was Janice.
She didn't wear that super short, little one-strapped dress for nothing. Thanks for noticing. Janice was proving to be not so bad at poker, too. Though if she kept sucking down drinks like that, that streak of breaking even might be over sooner rather than later.
Money was flowing pretty evenly to Kirk, who was proving to be a master bluffer. He could probably make up his own game. Fizzbin sounded like a good name for a card game....
His eyes only strayed once in awhile to Janice, where they'd stay for a few moments longer than necessary.
Janice was sneaking glances at him too, though she wasn't a master bluffer. She was a master not-giving-any-of-you-fools-a-tip-off poker face. Good or bad, Janice didn't give noffin away, not even an extra blink or anything.
Fine, maybe there was something else in there when she glanced at Kirk but that qualified as more ultra lust a pointed staring at for a few token seconds, before she forced her mind back to the game at hand. And didn't force herself to drink another drink. Or two. Or three.
Knocking back another drink, Jim laid down his hand, "Straight flush." Only it sounded more like 'strash flash' which meant he should either stop playing or stop drinking.
Janice spread her cards out in a pretty fan shape and said as best she could, "I'sh gotta royals flushed, lookit muh queenie. Hearts!" She made a heart shape in Kirk's direction with both hands. Oh Janice. You so drunk already.
"We'split it ans call it even." Kirk collected their chips, and led her stumbling to cash them out. And then he bought a pack of cards because he had the most brilliant idea for a card game, ever. Was today a Tuesday? So the second card would be turned down....He put his arm around Janice, "You're..so hot."
"You so hot," she countered, along with adding, "in your face." Then Janice started laughing in that semi-wicked sort of way, only now it was fueled by alcohol. She was totally using him for support because if he let go, she was going to end up hugging onto his ankles, and probably flashing some questionable overpriced panties at the entire casino.
Jim laughed, only it was sort of a laughsnortsnerkle. He held her against him by the waist and..he wasn't sure where they were going, but figured his feet must know what they were doing.
It's not like she has a choice. She has to follow. If she doesn't, he might get into trouble. He was the captain after all, and he really was terrible about reading absolutely all his paperwork so someone has to do that for him, and she was that someone!
Janice said something silly about how safe she felt in the captain's arms, but was snickering all the way through it so it was mostly unintelligible.
Jim pressed her up against a convenient wall, kissing her. Hey wait, was that Elvis? That was Elvis. He broke the kiss, took her hand, and started dragging her after Elvis.
He certainly did know how to steal a girl's breath away. Of course, he also knew how to take hold of a girl's hand and drag her after Elvis. Janice squinted and asked while she was being dragged, "Is that fat Elvis or skinny Elvis?"
"Skinvis I think...." He steadied her. Or was that him. Either way they were steadied. And still following Elvis. Maybe they'd catch him!
"Aww, I likes fat cheesy Elvis too," Janice said, steadying...the planet. Right, if they stood still for a moment, the planet stopped wobbling, which was a really good thing, because the wobble made her almost fall over. Stupid off-kilter planetary rotation! "Why're we chasing Elvis?"
"I dunno but itsh important.I think he saves the..the timeline." He picked Janice up and continued the chase. At least the planet had stopped wobbling! A man on the sidewalk tried to hand out escort service cards. Jim took one and stuffed it in Janice's dress.
"Elvish can't save the timeline, captain’sh, cuz he's already dead here toos." The card sort of stayed put, right over her left boob, held in by the dress strap. She winked and gave it a little pat with her free hand, like she'd save that for later for him!
"Orly?" He bent his head, nipping at her neck, then squinted, "I think..I think he went into that place." He pointed at a place with a lot of flowers and foliage.
"Reelsie," Janice said, holding onto him with both arms around his shoulders, even after that evil neck nipping ended. "I like flowers, I dinnit know youse did too. Maybe we should go theres an's ask him how to gets homes."
"You so smart." He kissed her cheek wetly, and led them across the street without managing to get hit by any cars. We'll call that good luck!
Good luck! And they even managed that while she was rubbing the wet part of that kiss off on his shoulder! Win/Win!
Jim grinned at her when they made it across, his hand stroking at wherever it had ended up, "Flowersh pretty.." The building was pretty! He led them inside. Oh. Oh hey, "Thish a chapel! Like Christine." He snickered at his joke.
"Heh! She should live here," Janice said smushing her cheek against his arm and just leaving it there, while hugging onto him for support. If his hand was on her ass, like she thought it was, she didn't appear to mind. Thanks alcohol!
He squeezed, and then led them further into the chapel. For adventure! "Hey! I foundsh Elvis!"
Jim looked around, "Ish like some kinda...ritural."
"Hi Elvis! Ohh, this planet's so weird," Janice said, making a face at it all, because it was pretty overwhelming to look at. "Tell Scotty to beams you up, before it's too lates, okay?"
"Iunno, maybe we shouldn't you know diss the local custom."
"What d'youse mean? I know like, the directives say...you can't be...messing up things with...people's histories and cultures so....you mean we has to do the ritual?"
"I shink ho!"
"Okiesh!"
Jim stumbled forward with Janice. There was something about vows, and some papers to sign, and Elvis was singing for them. This? Was kinda awesome.
Aww, Elvis. Janice even sang along, forgetting totally that she couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, if the bucket had a lid and a padlock on it. She wasn't sure what it all meant, but it seemed pretty fun and actually unscheduled, so in mid-sing she gave herself a little pat on the shoulder like she was doing good at being irresponsible. Oh, if she only knew how much she's succeeding in that....
There was something about kissing. Jim was all about the kissing. So he started kissing Janice!
Oh yay, kissing! Janice was all about the kissing, especially of Kirks. Because it was so taboo. And yet there they were making out in front of Elvis and getting away with it! Screw you, regulations! Whatever silly thing they handed her before the ritual started? Janice flung it aside because she could not grab some Kirk ass with both hands, if she was holding onto stupid things that...were not Kirk's ass.
Jim groaned, grabbing Janice's ass in return and lifting her up. They needed to get some place and fast! There was another part of the ritural he was certain needed to be completed! CALL A CAB!
All Janice knew was that she was over his shoulder, and trying to keep even her mini perky boobs from popping out of her teeny dress. She kickled her feets just for effect. And played the bongos on his butt with both hands, while singing something about quarters and bouncing.
Calling for anything? She couldn't dial a phone right now if the entire fate of the planet depended on it.
Jim managed to hail a cab and throw her into it! Then throw himself onto her and kiss her, hands all OVER those perky breasts!
That's okay? Her hands were all over his...down his pants!
The cabbie loved his job! And took the long way!
Noo! Not in the back of the cab! This was just...the foreplay segment of the ritual, because Janice did say as best as she could with her lips smushed against his, that she wanted champagne and rosepetals and bubblebaths! And maybe at least one candle...which she promised to drip the wax on his chest or wherever else he wanted.
Oh god. Someone call the hotel to make sure thats arranged! The cab stopped at the hotel, and Jim clambored out, lips still locked with Janice's. He made sure the paper was still on him - that seemed important- then tried to get her inside
Like she was giving him much trouble. In fact, she stopped kissing him and had hold of HIS hand and was dragging HIM inside. Wth that important paper, because papers WERE important, and she's pretty mindful of paperwork, oh yes she is. Even in duplicate and triplicate, or sexlick-it. Which is what she was thinking of when they tried to get into the room. Though it was pretty hard to lick anything with any measure of success, if she was drunkenly sliding down the front of him and trying to pull his pants down, at the same time, before they even made it through the hotel room door.
They're furthering the culture of other times and spaces! Wu wu!
Jim licked his lips, then he licked Janice's lips, and sucked on them. Kissing them, his hands exploring her body and then his lips exploring her body and its like FINALLY.
Finally indeed! Janice? Was in heaven. Drunken, totally observing and respecting the cultural differences of strange new places, and hey, it felt good, so she was going to haul off, flip him over like a sex ninja, and let HER lips explore HIS body, like FINALLY.
Jim? Likes sex Ninjas.