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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT



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dr. leonard mccoy | stxi

[aviophobia]

Just be happy that you're the pretty friend. Otherwise you would have had to walk home alone, like me.

[gotbottle]

...Oh my god did I leave you at the bar D:

[aviophobia]

yes

:(

[gotbottle]

D: ! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! :((((

Did you get home okay?

[aviophobia]

yeah, i had to hoof it. also, keys are hard when you're drunk.

[gotbottle]

Sweetheart. :( I'm sorry. :(

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

1/2

[aviophobia]

you say 'i'll make it up to you' but all i see is 'pancakes pancakes pancakes.'

2/2

[aviophobia]

which is a hint.

[gotbottle]

i have the strangest urge to come over there and make you pancakes right now, imagine that.

[aviophobia]

wow, and here i thought i was being really subtle

[gotbottle]

Subtle isn't really your style. But I enjoy that.

Is now a good time?

[aviophobia]

It's as good a time as any. I've even got on pants.

[gotbottle]

Gosh, dressed for the occasion and everything. Give me half an hour to get stuff and I'll be over.

[And just about half an hour later--what's that? it's his doorbell.]

[aviophobia]

[And he answers, dressed in jeans and an "I (heart) Starfleet Medical" t-shirt, barefoot, looking a bit rough around the edges.]

Hey. Thanks for coming.

[gotbottle]

Hey. It's the least I could do after my poor showing last night.

[She steps inside, reaching for his arm once he's closed the door.]

You okay?

[aviophobia]

Yeah, just tired. Hung over as hell, which is not too surprising.

How're you doing?

[gotbottle]

I'm fine, but, sweetheart, why are you up and around if you're tired?

[ :( face, full of concern, sir.]

Why don't you go crash on the couch or something, I'll come get you when everything's ready.

[aviophobia]

I'm fine, Rachel. Promise. I don't need to sit down.

[And just to prove it, he sidles over and kisses her, a brief brushing of mouth on mouth. He'd kiss her more, but he's got crazy morning breath.]

See? Fine.

[gotbottle]

Well... Okay. You can come with me to the kitchen. But no strenuous activity.

[aviophobia]

What counts as strenuous?

[gotbottle]

Let me do all the work. You can watch. Maybe crack an egg or two.

[aviophobia]

You can't be much better off, darlin'. You drank as much as I did.

[gotbottle]

...I do feel faintly miserable, yeah. But I'll be all right.

[aviophobia]

Let me help.

[gotbottle]

[There's a struggle before she answers, the conflict written all over her face; she ought to be the one doing everything for him because of her poor showing the night before, she owes him that much. But turning him down when he wants to help isn't particularly nice, either.]

If you want, sure.