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[mintjulep]

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

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

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[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.

[mintjulep]

[ This screams of getting very drunk and making bad decisions. ]

At least I can pronounce it. You should hear some of the names that're around back home.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Aliens?

Are they real?

[mintjulep]

Oh yeah, they're real. Vulcans made first contact in 2063.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Huh.

[He indicates another drink, the bartender obliges]

I'll drink to that.

[mintjulep]

They're a bunch of assholes.

[ Well okay, Spock is. Another drink for him, too. ]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Is there a single race that doesn't have their fucking heads up their asses?

[mintjulep]

[ Pause. ]

... Tribbles. But I'm not sure they have heads.