[dated Dec 12]

[leftwithmybones]

There are few places that McCoy can really drink on the Island to the extent that he wants to. The Hub, his hut, the restaurant are all options, but by the time he gets to his third, people start judging and that's not fair because they don't know his life at all. He goes to the strip club instead because it's got a jazz club and because it's got a bar. It's an opulent stretch of a thing and it's beautiful, so much so that he can't resist.

He's sworn that he's going to stay downstairs and listen to the singers, but he catches a familiar face going upstairs and that makes him follow. Upstairs isn't very much stranger than downstairs and he orders a drink from the bar while keeping his hands loosely locked together and his eyes on the stage.

It's all women at first, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing too exciting. He's seen worse back in San Francisco during a night on the town.

Now, the shock part comes when the men start to crowd the stage and perform their acts. That's not it because hell, it was the 23rd century. People could do what they please and McCoy had been one of those people. No, the goddamn bitch of the thing was when the man with wings and his face took to the stage.

McCoy barely waited when the music was over as he downed his shot and stormed the stage, cutting the man off and glowering heavily at him. "Okay, just what in hell is the game?" he demands bluntly. "What the hell is your dysfunction that you have to go around plastering other people's faces on your own, and what is with the creme-puff wings, for god's sake!"

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[leftwithmybones]

McCoy feels that it's luck that he doesn't have a hypospray on him containing a powerful sedative because he's been tempted to use it at least three times in the last five minutes alone. "It is not good luck, no one is supposed to share the same goddamn face," he snaps. "And what the hell are you doing being a stripper. Damn it, man! No one needs to see ou-YOUR chest."

[winged-cupid.livejournal.com]

"I dunno. Fun?" Cupid replies because he hadn't exactly gone through a deep thought process as to the hows and the whys of 'why strip'. Except that it was fun, and also it gave people an opportunity to admit how hot he was. "And I"m so sure this is our chest, too," he smugly adds. "Why hide it behind all that grumpy rage, bro?"

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy is just about fed up with all of this and he bites down on his lip to try and stop himself from doing something terrible, like assault when he can feel himself getting pent up and ready for it, too. "Look," he growls. "Just promise me you aren't going around having sex with anyone who looks twice."

[winged-cupid.livejournal.com]

Now that gets Cupid's hackles all raised up and he glares at his newly-christened twin and pokes him the once in the chest. "Hey, mister, I'll have you know that I'm not looking to bed anyone," he says defiantly. "I got me a real good woman and baby boy at home. I'm in love. I'm the god of love, so when I say I'm in love, you better believe I know what I'm talking about," he adds pointedly. "I'm not just gonna give it up to a mortal," he scoffs. "...okay, not another one."

[leftwithmybones]

"I'm not even going to ask," McCoy says sharply, trying not to let the images run amuck in his brain. He has a bit of reassurance in knowing that he isn't going to run around and whore it up, but he still doesn't like it. "So you're the guy Jim meant when he first saw me," he realizes, shaking his head.

[winged-cupid.livejournal.com]

"Jim Kirk," Cupid says knowingly, an incline of his head resulting in a nod. "I've seen the man around. Had a thought to maybe try out an arrow or two on him, but he's pretty content with that squeeze of his, seems." Cupid's grinning effortlessly, like the notion of love is making him high.

[leftwithmybones]

Well, now that's the first that McCoy's heard. Sure, he's seen Jim around and sure, he's seemed different, but he hadn't thought that the man had been serious. Now that he knows...well, McCoy's going to reserve judgment for now, but he's grateful to have at least heard, even if he's still not sure what to make of it.

"Don't you have a second act to do or something?" he grunts.

[winged-cupid.livejournal.com]

"Me? Totally done for the day," Cupid assures, clasping McCoy on the shoulder before giving him a broad grin. "But thanks for assuming I totally get two acts!" He gives a slight wiggle. "I'll see you around, bro, yeah?"

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy takes a long and deep breath and tries not to do anything stupid like explode in public where there are witnesses that could then claim that he had 'motive' for taking out the bimbo that looked just like him if he took some of Joce's hair dye and went to town on himself.

He waves his hand dismissively and mutters 'good riddance' before he goes to claim a well-deserved drink.