A/N: This is my first story, so bear with me while I play around with this. This one is mostly about Spock, McCoy, and Kirk on shore leave. Two of them get drunk. If you have any special requests for next chapter, tell me!
R&R please!
BESTEST FRIENDS
Spock and Kirk were walking down the street, drunk as two skunks, and Chief Medical Officer McCoy was in between the two, supporting them with his shoulders.
"Doctor, you're my bestest friend ever" slurred Spock, while grinning foolishly
"That nice Mr. Spock, but as you can see, you are very drunk" replied Dr. McCoy, sighing heavily.
Kirk was asleep, and McCoy groaned from the weight.
Spock started singing, badly, and Kirk hummed along in his sleep.
"Scotty, three to beam up!"yelled McCoy into his communicator
"And weeeeeeee'll keep on fighten' till the end! Bah bah baaaam! Weeee arrrrrreee the champions. WEEEEEEEEEE-Mmph!"
Spock's singing was interrupted by McCoy's hand on his mouth. Spock sat down on a nearby bench where McCoy had laid Kirk, and he softly sang the Vulcan ABC's (or whatever they call them there) to himself.
"Remind me not to ever spike Spock's lemonade with cocoa powder again, Captain."
But Kirk just snored away.