Burn It To the Ground

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Name: Jessica Nickle
Age: 27
Studies: Medical

Name: Mikayla Nickle
Age: 16
Studies: Navigation

Fistful of Whiskey, Bottle Just Bit Me

"Mikki, don't drink too much. I've gotta be able to get back to the Academy hotel rooms tonight and it's your turn to drive." I commented. I walked up the the bar, and immediately a guy started throwing flirts.

"Sooo, you're that little girl's sister, Jessica Nickle?" This blonde farm-boy asked. I rolled my sapphire eyes and ordered some whiskey shots. "Whiskey? Whoa, Bones, this is your type of girl." I looked over and nearly fell to the ground. He, Bones, was a handsome young man in his late twenties-early thirties. His hazel eyes looked me up and down as I studied him, too. He wasn't like the scrawny farm-boy who was grinning like a lopsided fool. This one could take three bottles of Burbon and shoot several down his throat.

"What's your real name, Bones?" I leaned against the counter, staring him straight in the eye. "My name's Jessica. Jessica Nickle."

"Leonard. Leonard H. McCoy." He shook my hand and smirked at the farm-boy. "Seems like she's a bit like Uhura, Jim. Don't mind him, he's the fool-hearted Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise. Captain James Tiberius--"

"Kirk? Holy crow! My--our--parents knew your father. Mikayla and my dad, Rhone Nickle, died just when the little one there," I pointed to Mikayla and continued, "was born, along with your dad."

"I'm sorry, Jessica." Jim murmured. A sad smile rose on his lips. "It was too bad I didn't know my dad."

"Oh, I'm the one who should be sorry, Jim. I brought it--"

"It's fine. Drink, enjoy the night while it's still young. Which ship are you going to be on, graduate Cadet?" Jim asked, perking up as he took a sip of his German Brandy.

"Yours, so to speak." I sipped, then shot, my Irish whiskey with a smile.

"Good, Bones needs a good secondary medical officer." Jim grinned drunkly at his friend.

"I hope he's taking you home, Jim. We don't need one of the greatest ship's captain to get into a car crash." I muttered. I felt the burn of the whiskey drive down my throat quickly, but it felt good to me.

"Yeah, he's taking me home." Jim slurred.

"Ah!" A drop of Romulan whiskey just bit my hand, in terms. It burned my left index finger. Bones's hand immediately, but gently, took ahold of my hand and he inspected it.

"It's all right, just a little burn. Bartender, I need some ice for the young lady." He made the "Do it now!" motion, and the bartender nodded.

"I'm not much younger than you, Bones." I inquired.

"How old are you?"

"27." Another voice added to mine, my sister smiled up at me. "And I'm 16."

"What's your studies, Mikayla?" Jim asked, suddenly serious.

"Navigation."

"Chekov'll like you." Mikayla blushed and muttered something quickly with her English accent.

"You've got an English accent, Mikayla. Why not you?" Bones looked in my direction.

"I'm the Irish part of our mum." I let out the accent, smiling a bit. "She's got dad's English."

"OK, you and Scotty will go well on terms." Jim lifted his half-drunk cup and tipped back, falling dramatically from the chair. Several hooker-looking chicks swooped down to help him. Mikayla and I rolled our eyes.

"Let's take our chances with whoever we fall for in the future." We chorused in unison and clinked our glasses together. I never noticed Bones was ordering the same drink as I, and watching me throughout the night.