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the last night.

dusk has fallen, and your nerves are on fire.

you are not looking forward to tomorrow, for whatever reason - perhaps you're in the ending stages of war and the final battle is imminent, perhaps you'll be leaving for an extended period of time, perhaps you're set to go into a risky surgery. whatever's going to happen, it could be the very last night you have, whether it's in this city, in this dimension, in this life. how are you going to spend it? will you say your goodbyes to your loved ones, spend time reminiscing, or just go about your everyday life and try not to think about it?

the choice is yours, but you'd better make it soon. you don't have much time left.

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[Can't believe everything you hear about him. Regardless of sex being involved, he'll take a friend out for breakfast before a big promotion.

Kirk smiles at her, and moves to get his shirt and his pants from the other room.]

There's a place around here that I've always been told to try but never had the chance.

[A big promotion? Carol's not sure what she's even going to do, much less receive a promotion. For all she knows, she could be part of a crazy test to remove insubordination from officers.

Carol's not thinking that though. She's too concerned with quickly putting her shirt and boots on, and going to breakfast.]

Oh, what kind of food do they serve there? [She leans against the door frame, adjusting her shirt and the collar.]

[It can't be that. They haven't tried to kidnap Kirk for it.]

The Andorian equivalent of an English breakfast. It intrigues me.

[Or maybe it's for a "Women of the Starfleet" calender shoot. Her brows raise in interest and lips pursed together in a smile.]

Oh, that sounds amazing. There was an Andorian engineer on the Eagle and he always said that Andorian food is a thousand times better than the food on the ship.

[Don't joke about that calender. He actually wants it.]

Lots of food is better than ship food. That's hardly fair.

[If she still has her good body when they meet again, Carol'll pose for him in a bikini. She grabs her bag that's near the door, and waits by it now.]

Ah, but he didn't have any taste-buds. So, it's like a Klingon roaring about how "unwarrior-like" a toy shop is.

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[Kirk fiddles with tying his boots for a moment before he joins her at the door and they head out for the restaurant. He's not apologizing if it's totally crappy, for the record.]

What time do you really have to be at the shuttle?

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