"See you later Spock." Doctor McCoy said as he rose from his seat, empty tray in hand. A curt nod of acknowledgment he heard him was the only response given as the Vulcan directed his attention back to his dinner. He had decided this evening to be more sociable or at least pretend that he was. Perhaps it would end the captain's constant teasing and prodding for him to do something more than his duty.
Looking around the mess hall, everyone seemed subdivided by their rank and assignments on crew. Spock found that odd, if this was a time to socialize why would one speak to the same person you constantly see on duty? While surveying his eye accidentally meet Nurse Chapel's who blushed and quickly turned to the conversation she was holding with another nurse.
"Hey Chris why don't you sit with your boyfriend?" The words were spoken softly still heard by a Vulcan as if said by side him. He watches Nurse Chapel turn red, this time more of anger.
"Shut up Glenn." She hisses at the lab technicians ignoring the glares from the nurses, especially the one he was addressing.
"What wrong Christine? Are you just going to pawn over him all your life? Because I got to tell you that you're wasting your time. If you want a good fuck, someone to rock your world than I am man."
"I said shut up!" The voice was no longer soft and everyone not involved turned their heads to the table where they sat.
"Hey plus I'd scream for you. I mean what's sex without some screaming?" Like a firestorm the questions trying to figure out what was missed flooded the room. Spock just shakes his head, turning back to his tray. This was exactly why he choose to eat in his quarters alone.