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[mintjulep]

I hope y'all have at least brushed your goddamn teeth.

((ooc: Feel free to run into him!))

Comments

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Warning's on the label. I kind of fucking figured.

[Pause, and a long draw]

Quitting is not a fucking option in this hellhole. You some kind of doctor?

[mintjulep]

Most people ignore the label.

[ Which, well, he figures Pink is basically doing, so... ]

Yeah, actually.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Most people can't fucking read.

[He pulls out the box and offers Bones one.]

No shit, huh?

[mintjulep]

[ Snort. ]

True enough.

[ He eyes the box for a moment before shrugging slightly and taking one. What the hell. ]

CMO on a starship.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

For real?

[That makes Pink actually think for a second]

That goes to space?

[mintjulep]

Yeah. To both.

[ Cigarette why are you yet another bad habit 8( ]

'course, it's 2258, back home.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

....1992.

[Shit. Pink takes a drag]

So this place must be ass fucking backwards to you.

[mintjulep]

[ A year before the Eugenics Wars, back home. Ugh. Hopefully they won't have them on this guy's world. ]

You can say that again, though at least most everyone has more or less the same anatomy. Makes learning how to use a bunch of goddamn museum pieces posing as medical tools on 'em easier.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Working in the hospital?

[mintjulep]

Tryin' to. I've been stuck in "training" since everything's so damn backwards.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Sounds like crap to me.

[mintjulep]

That's because it is.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He considers this asshole for a minute. Seems like a decent enough guy after you get past the fact that they made out.]

Fuck, why not.

You want to get a drink?

[mintjulep]

[ Bones is all sort of decent. Grumpy exterior, warm interior. He's the sort of guy who'll patch you up the next time if get shot and bitch at you for it, but at least he'll do a decent job and buy you a drink once you're allowed alcohol again. ]

As long as the bourbon's good.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Fuck you really are southern.

[He shrugs and starts leading the way.]

[mintjulep]

Born an' raised in Georgia.

[ He follows. Just don't insult his accent again -- seriously, at least. ]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Is it still trashy?

[mintjulep]

[ Snort. ] Depends on the part you're in. [ Or if you're his ex-wife. ]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I'll take that as a yes.

[The bar is very trashy but the bartender knows him so he already starts pouring Pink's usual]

[mintjulep]

[ He gives the bar a once-over, but really, if he's going to catch something it's more than likely going to have been from kissing random strangers than from anything in the bar. A bourbon on the rocks for him, bartender. ]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink takes his drink and down the hatch]

How long have you been here, spaceman?

[mintjulep]

It's McCoy. [ Boozetime. ] And just a little over a week.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

A week, huh?

I've been here a year.

[mintjulep]

Shit.

[ Just the thought of that is enough to get him to drain his bourbon. ]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

You're telling me.

[He downs another]

I'm Mr. Pink. Don't even fucking ask because I can't fucking explain it.