winscenario: (hundred seventy two.)
Captain James T. Kirk ([personal profile] winscenario) wrote in [community profile] quaranmeme 2018-01-24 08:08 pm (UTC)

[ He barely registers what happens, or the fact that he practically lands on the stranger's lap, and it takes him a while to process that piece of information. One hand rests on the surface of the counter, the other reaching for the nearest thing —which ends up being the stranger's forearm— and clinging.

He's lightheaded, dizzy, though not necessarily sick. That's something, at least. Means he won't just randomly throw up and make an even worse mess right now.

He lifts his head up, the words somewhat distant but still filtering through— and he huffs a weak chuckle, breath smelling of alcohol close to the stranger's jaw. ]


Please. Don't flatter yourself.

[ Or— well, do. Because the guy is very attractive, and Jim would make a move in a hot second if he weren't the mess he is right now.

Besides, Jim also seems to be a little... okay, totally incapable of standing on his own two feet. He does the actual smart thing, the only smart thing he can do right now and tries to climb back onto his stool. He should probably ask someone to come pick him up, but the only person that comes to mind is John, and he's hogged enough of his time as it is. ]


Maybe... I drank those a little too fast. [ Look, at least he admits it. ]

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