The shimmering effect of the transporter slowly came to a stop. The two men materialized on the pad and stepped down moments later. The good doctor had to hold on to the person next to him though, for he drank way too much and it effected him in ways he couldn't possibly have believed.

Lieutenant Kyle greeted them both as they came towards him.

"I take it that shore leave was enjoyable." It was not a question, since the operator of the transporter could see the evidence in front of him. They both looked pleased with themselves.

"Too short for my taste, Lieutenant." replied the unsteady Captain.

"I agree, Jim. But, duty calls, even though I had hoped it would have been quiet this evening." McCoy responded sadly.

"Sorry, Doctor McCoy. Nurse Chapel needs your expertise on a certain subject matter that couldn't wait. She didn't give any details." replied the young British native.

"It must be Ensign Marlowe's infection. We had it under control before I left. The strain may have changed, I'm going to have to find a more potent antibiotic, this time. It may take awhile." McCoy informed his friend with concern.

"That's fine, Bones. Take all the time you need. I'll wait. Just one thing, what was in that drink I just drank. Feeling a little strange."

McCoy didn't think it had been the truth the bartender was preaching. But, McCoy looked down, near the Captain's crotch and saw it.

"Oh, boy. I can't believe it. He was telling the truth."

"What truth? What are you talking about Bones?" Kirk asked concerned.

"Well, I suppose I should have mentioned that a particular drink, down on that planet, has a few side effects."

Jim looked down to where his friend was looking at.

"What the hell is happening to me, Bones?"

"Hey, I'm sure it will wear off. It's called Jinal. The bar keep kept telling me if you wanted some action, and have a hard time getting it up, he suggested that drink in particular. I didn't believe him, but decided not to try it. I see you did." McCoy stared again, at the burgeoning erection trying to emerge from it's confines of his friend's pants.

"Bones! You have to give me something. I can't be walking around the Enterprise with a permanent hard-on. What will people think?" Kirk replied exasperated.

McCoy smirked and thought to himself.

"Wouldn't be much of a change."

"Very funny, Bones. You are some friend, not warning me about this drink."

"Sorry. You should also start to feel a bit drunk soon. The hard-on is first, and then you go into a drunken state." McCoy replied honestly.

"Wonderful. And since I am allergic to pretty much everything, de-tox pill is out of the question. Am I right?" The captain's anger rose in response.

McCoy cringed as he feared answering him, but did it nonetheless.

"I wouldn't advise it."

"Wow, you really know where to pick the bars, Bones. Remind me not to take you out anywhere."

"I am sorry, Jim. Damn, I really should go and check on Ensign Marlowe. I think it is best you go sleep it off."

"How do you..ex-pect, meeeee...to sleeep. Why am I feeeeling a bit light-headed?" Jim's voice slurring every other word.

"Because you're drunk." McCoy replied one eye half closed, not wanting to see the wrath in his friend's expression.

"Noooo kidding. I was wooonndering why youuu..were beginning..to get out of fo...cus." Jim replied swaying unsteadily on his feet, and with one hand pointing a finger at the witch doctor in question.

"Do you want me to bring you to your quarters Jim?"

"No, no Bones. I AM FINE. Never felt better. Just gonna have tooo tend to things that's all." Jim responded cheerfully, completely forgetting his inebriated state, and concentrating more on his little problem below getting bigger by the minute.

"Are you sure? It's no detour Jim, I'd be happy to do it."

"I AM FINE, Plum. No need to worry about me." Jim spoke slapping his friend's face with both hands in a affectionate manner.

"Okay, I will. If you need anything just let me know." McCoy responded his voice becoming less and less audible, as he was heading towards the exit of the transporter room.

"Would you like me to take you to your cabin, sir?" the technician responded behind the controls.

"No. I am perfectly fine. Don't neeeed anyone to help. I'll maaake it to my quarters. Don't youuuu worry about meeeee, ." Jim smiled as he spoke.

"It's Kyle, sir."

"Of course, Mr. Pyle. As you were, sir."

Lieutenant Kyle watched as the Captain left the room, and headed to his quarters, hopefully in once piece.