Just some fun...
"scotch."
"wodka."
"scotch."
"wodka."
the two enterprise friends walked to the space station's bar, doing a friendly discussion. The young Russian open the door and spied an empty table.
"how 'bout we find someone ta decide for us laddie." the older Scott said. He looked around and saw another Scotsman, in full Scottish garb. "how 'bout 'im?"
Chekov looked, "no, he vould be biased."
Scotty shakes his head, "Na, he looks honest enough ta me." he walks over to and sits next to the boy. "hi, and what be your name laddie?"
the boy smiles and speaks with a heavier accent, "Jamie. Wha' is yours?"
Chekov sits on the stool on his other side. "he's mister Scott and I'm Pavel Chekov."
Scotty asks, "I know we just met, but could ye settle a dispute fer us?"
Jamie nods.
"what tastes better? Scotch or vodka?"
Jamie looks confused, "well, I've no ever had vodka before an' the Doctor don't want me ta be drinkin'. But..." he looks around, "a little taste couldn't hurt."
Scotty orders two orders of scotch and vodka each. They watch as Jamie carefully samples them, the vodka first. "tastes like potatoes." then the scotch, "I'm sorry ta say this but, it's kinda weak fer my tastes." he looks around again. "here, give me your empty cups." he pulls a flask out of his boot and pours a smidge in their cups. They both take a swig. The reactions were priceless. Scotty looked shocked at drink, while Chekov choked on his. As soon as his system was clear he gasps, "vhat was that?!" Jamie smiles, "my scotch." Scotty nods, wide eyed, "goooood scotch."
a second later a girl walks up. "Jamie, the Doctor says it is time to go. Have you been drinking?"
"will ye tell 'im if I did?"
"not if you don't want me to."
"okay." he gets up, "see ye again." the two of them leave. Scotty turns to Chekov, "aye, ye were right, he was biased."
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