[For Scotty]

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy isn't sure what to make of the Island in general, but he knows now more than ever that he generally hates it. Little surly gods of love running around with messages? Yeah, not exactly his idea of paradise. He's made it to the morning of the fifteenth, though, and has wandered out to the main room, knocking on Spock's door. "Spock?" he calls out. "Spock, I'm going to get breakfast, I'll bring you back some tea."

With no audible response (or one too quiet for him to dignify), he sets off on a path that'll take him by Scotty's place. If nothing else, maybe he can have some decent company while he gets something to eat and celebrates the fact that he survived a chintzy holiday created for no better reason than to sell chocolates and cards. He arrives and waits outside, not bothering to even knock. "Scotty!" he calls, voice decently loud. "It's morning, c'mon, let's go eat!"

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Re: The Morning After

[leftwithmybones]

"Yeah, friends is probably the best bet," McCoy agrees, feeling at least decent now that he's wearing his own clothes again, even though he feels like he's fucked up in about a dozen ways. One look at Scotty has him cringing and hoping for complete repression of this. "I'm game to forget if you are."

Re: The Morning After

[hyperspanner.livejournal.com]

"Then that's agreed, then," Scotty said, picking up a t-shirt from the floor and hastily pulling it on, feeling far too exposed for his liking. "This never happened and we're not going to talk about it and everything's going to be fine. Right?"

Re: The Morning After

[leftwithmybones]

"Right," McCoy agrees, but he sounds terse and tense and like he's completely unsure about what to do next. "I don't really want to delve too quickly into touchy-feely crap," he warns. "But are you okay?"

Re: The Morning After

[hyperspanner.livejournal.com]

"Of course I'm okay!" Scotty said, a little too quickly and a little too loud. "It's... these things happen. It's no big deal. It's awkward, aye, but in a while, we'll look back on all this and laugh."

No, he wasn't exactly happy that his dry period had only been broken due to circumstances behold his control, and he wasn't happy about having his mind taken over, but it had happened, and he refused to dwell on it. He could push it to the back of his mind and he'd be fine.

"Just go, okay?" he said. "I need to get washed and dressed properly."

Re: The Morning After

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy arches a brow dubiously, not entirely sure he believes that, but he has a whole lot of drinking to do and he has to somehow sneak back into his own damn home without being noticed by an overly bored Vulcan. "You know where I am if you need any medical help," he offers, feeling like he ought to at least give that much.

Re: The Morning After

[hyperspanner.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah," Scotty said, waving it off. "I'm fine, I can look after myself." He sighed. "Please, leave? I wouldn't mind a little bit of privacy for a while."

Re: The Morning After

[leftwithmybones]

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going," he agrees with a curt mutter. "I'm just trying to figure out how to avoid Spock so I don't have to explain the damn thing to a Vulcan who won't get the intricacies of 'Island Magic'," he growls.

Re: The Morning After

[hyperspanner.livejournal.com]

Even in his current, slightly shell-shocked state, that was enough to raise a chuckle from Scotty.

"Good luck wi' that," he said, moving to open the door for McCoy. "Don't let him get ye in a mind meld, for both our sakes."

Re: The Morning After

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy doesn't comment about Spock's ability (or otherwise) to perform a mind-meld, just nods his head and heads out the door, taking his cue to exit. "I'll see you around," he offers, neglecting to add that he just might be very drunk when that 'around' arrives.