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[McCoy's brow lifted. Interesting reaction.] I would need to know what I was starting.

[He grumbled and shook his head.] I... It's nothing. He's just a... handful. Did you know he could shock people?

I know he thinks he's special. How the hell do you know that though?

I'm apparently not allowed to lie on my own ship. [He huffed and shook his head.] It's nothing, he just got... upset at me. [He started to pour a drink, almost thought better of it, finished filling his glass and put the bottle down.] Let's... not talk about him.

He zapped you? [McCoy asked indignantly.]

Well, yeah. [Another shot down the throat and now he had to sit in a chair, not just lean against the desk. This had been a bad idea.] Woo. No, he decided I was a liar who was... [A handwave,] I don't know, too respectful of Jim's... Kirk's? Jim's. His position as Captain. Apparently, I'm not supposed to... do that. [He sighed and slumped in the chair.] I don't know, he wanted to fight. All of this is off the record, you know, I'm not... making a complaint about it or anything. But enough about Sylar!

I noticed he needs a lesson or two in Star Fleet decorum. [Yeah he's ignoring that whole 'enough about Sylar' thing.] Maybe you have a better idea of what the hell is going on between him and Jim- I cann't figure it out for the life of me.

[Way too much alcohol way too fast. He put a hand to his head and ignored the ignoring of his wishes. Jeeze.] What do you mean, what's going on? They were married for a virus, now they're not. Is that what you're talking about? [He sunk into the chair and crossed his legs at the knee,] What does it matter, anyway? He's... They're....

[He frowned.] Do you think they're sleeping together again? Now that Sylar's a girl? Or even before that - not the cat part! Just before that. Maybe that's why Sylar's so obsessive about Jim! [He looked triumphant that he'd figured this out.]

[McCoy blinked, not quite drunk but getting there, enough that he didn't automatically scoff at Sylar's proclamation. He took a minute and then he did.]

That would assume Jim being in a relationship- or something like it. Sometimes I wonder if he can- [He stopped. Right, not being a bro was bad.] Sylar claims they're just friends at least.

[Sulu snorted derisively.] Like I believe anything he says. You know, that's probably why he's so offended that I told one little lie, because he lies all the time. [Okay, now he was just getting ridiculous. He dropped his hands into his lap.] I'm sorry, I get... accusational when I drink too much. Or just too paranoid. Or something, I don't know.

[McCoy poured another drink.] Mr. Sulu, if anyone has a reason to be paranoid and accusational right now it's you. [He said, raising his glass.]

[Sulu frowned and closed his eyes briefly before standing, making his 90% straight-line way to the desk again.] No, it's not right for me to be so upset, I'm the one who lied to Jim and made Sylar upset as a cat - a cat, for crying out loud! I shouldn't be calling people out over something stupid like this.

[He sighed and grabbed his empty glass, looking at the bottle.] One more drink shouldn't hurt, right?

It wouldn't help either. [McCoy said, even as he took his own shot and placed the glass to the side.] Lord the lot of you, all this bull shit about lying and trust. Trust isn't measured on how many times you lie, it's on when you tell the truth.

Neutral effects are fine by me. [He filled his shot and tried to ignore the intelligent shit coming from McCoy's mouth for as long as possible.] ...You're right, [he said after a minute of looking at his new drink,] I'm sorry, doctor, you're... putting up with everything really well and I'm not making it any easier by being so melodramatic.

[Well, bottom's up.]

[McCoy scoffed.] Mr. Sulu, you're a good man- well, when you are one. [Yeah he was slightly drunk.] Jim can bitch all he wants, I'm not going to ignore a decent human being in crisis when I see him.

[Sulu just sighed and decided fuck it, the desk was a better place to sit than that chair. So, he did the sensible thing hand pulled himself up to sit on it. (You know, failing a little but whatever, he was up to his eyes in liquor.) He even crossed his legs as he huffed.] I'm just disappointed in myself for getting so worked up. If this were anyone else, they'd be fine with it. After waking up, I mean, I don't think anybody wakes up in a different body well, but after.

Who would be fine with it? I sure as hell wouldn't. [McCoy was drunk enough that he very obviously looked away from hot girl Sulu rather than trying to be smooth about it.] I'd lock myself in my cabin and wait for reality to right itself.

I don't know, somebody would be fine with it! Hell, Sylar was flaunting it and - [At the turn, he gave McCoy a confused look.] What? What is it?

[McCoy felt like he may have been in one of those highschool/rich soicety social dramas. He contemplated how to respond to the news of Sylar 'flaunting it' when Sulu looked and- well shit.] Nothing. [He said tactfully, reaching for the bottle. Where was his glass? Beside Sulu. Fuck.] Could you- [He gestured to it.]

[Sulu was pretty happy to be able to... do something in his current state (you know, drunk and womanly), so he was quick to grab and hold out the glass. Still, he pursed his lips because that was completely the opposite of a nothing move, he'd probably said something stupid and no, another drink wouldn't help his situation.]

--Either way, my point, originally, the one about me not handling this with... decorum or something, whatever, that one still stands. [He offers McCoy a smile,] I think that's, uh, where that was going, I mean. The roundabout thank you, I'm not really good with it but thank you for tolerating it until I'm in a better mind to... [He trailed off, furrowed his brow, waved his hand.] Deal with it.

[McCoy poured himself another drink, he could handle it thank you very much, he made it through academy with Jim Kirk and through the slow downturn of life before that. He paused as he lifted his cup, raising one eyebrow at Sulu in some attempt to decipher that comment through his already clouded mind.]

Your welcome. [He settled on before lifting his glass in mock toast and taking the drink.] I suppose it's part of my job description, health and well being of the crew. Besides the fact I probably owe you for stopping that god damned tree from choking me to death.

[Sulu blinked the vague blurriness out of his eyes and then picked up his glass, holding it out to McCoy.] I don't have the coordination, I can already tell, but just one more before I realize that I shouldn't have it. Right? [:)?]

[:|'] Yeah I figured as much kid. [McCoy stood up, almost losing his balance- ok, maybe he was a little worse off than he thought- and moved to put the bottle away.] That's why I'm cutting you off. Health and wellbeing, remember? [And he couldn't handle this more drunk than he already was.]

[Sulu sighed but nodded. He didn't try to get shitfaced, usually, so having someone to actually pull the bottle away when he was... apparently about to start binging (he really needed to stop worrying so much) was a good thing.] You're right. I'm not too good at restraining myself when I get this far. [He laughed,] Good thing the doctor's here, at least if I get alcohol poisoning you'll be here.

Hell you kids. [McCoy was trying to remember where he kept his liquor. It was hard.] Are going to be the death of me. Turning into a- women, that damned attitude. You're like Jim, too hard on yourself. Not that I can blame you, on the flagship at your age. What was Star Fleet thinking sending the lot of us up here...

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