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"A Gemini, huh?"

Captain Jim Kirk gave a sexy smirk to a pretty tattooed brunette at the Unification Day party. Her eyes sparkled at his interest, and his ability to tell her sun sign from merely giving him the date of her birth.

"Yes, that's right! How on did you figure that out so quickly?" She beamed.

"You told me how young you were, and from that gorgeous Midwestern American accent you have…well, I just did the math. I'm sure you would do the same, you Geminis being so brilliant and all. You know, Geminis and Leos are supposed to be compatible with each other. I'm a Leo."

"Captain, I'm afraid that you are incorrect."

Jim looked away from his interest and up at his first officer.

"I could suffice to say that most, if all of the members of Starfleet are aware that though you may have lived your life on Earth, you were born on the U.S.S. Kelvin on March 22nd of 2233. I am not certain as to the specific position of the sun in regards to that ship. However, even if you were to have been born on Earth, it would make you according to astrological mythology an Aries."

"Okay Spock," Jim tried to save his game and not look annoyed. "According to your logic, you technically did not know the position of the Kelvin on March 22nd of 2233. Therefore, why are you correcting something that you, according to what you're telling me, aren't sure about in the first place?"

The girl grinned. "Wow, what a quick mind! You are a natural leader!" She cutely giggled up at Spock, "You're right, he MUST be an Aries!"

Spock looked down at the pretty brunette deadpan, still sitting beside Jim on a couch. "Astrology is illogical."

The room was filled with sounds of clinking glasses and the low murmur of groups of humanoid creatures. The girl awkwardly excused herself. When Jim started toward her, Spock held up a hand and stopped him in his tracks.

"Captain, this is no time for Philandering. There are several Andorian officers at this particular gathering that have requested your opinion on several aspects of Weytahn's terraformation. I suggest we answer some of their questions."

"GOD Spock! This is a party." Jim motioned toward groups of beings chatting with each other and drinking many different types of ales and alcoholic beverages. "You see this?" He moved his hand as he talked. "Them, them and oh look, there are the Andorians, drinking their ale and not thinking about business right now. It's Unification Day, Spock. We are supposed to just be with one another right now. Believe it or not, that kind of courtesy actually helps with foreign relations."

Spock raised an eyebrow. "When dealing with an Andorian, Captain, one must keep up his guard. In fact, I do not suggest approaching one without the additional protective guardianship of my presence."

"Do Vulcans even drink?"

Spock straightened arrogantly, closing his eyes and barely lifting his proud nose into the air. "Of course we drink, Captain. However, Vulcans are immune to the effects of alcoholic beverages."