Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Airplane
Joining the Club
″No.″
″Awww, Bones, c'mon.″
″No!″
″No one can see us. Look, I'll pull the blanket up higher and-″
″Jim! Keep your damn voice down. And I said no!″
″Buzzkill.″
″Poor baby.″
″No one's even looking at us, you know. We could totally get away with it.″
″Not with your big mouth. We're in the back of a plane full of people and I don't think you've ever been able to get through an entire session without causing a ruckus except for that one time when your vocal cords were paralyzed from that poisoned dart.″
″Oh yeah, I remember that. That was sorta fun, actually, considering the poison also took care of that pesky little thing called the 'gag reflex.' I remember you enjoyed it too, Bones.″
″Shut up, Jim.″
″What's the problem, Bones? And stop glaring.″
″We're flying through the air in an ancient vehicle that, by rights, shouldn't even be legal to use anymore. There are photographers up front just waiting for a good shot of someone throwing up or worse. That flight attendant keeps looking at us suspiciously ever since you asked for the damn blanket, and through all this you are getting turned on?″
″To be fair, when am I not turned on?″
″Point. And speaking of, what's the point?″
″It's the challenge of it all.″
″The challenge? You infant.″
″My thoughts right now are definitely far from infantile, Bones. Besides, I've got a bet going with Scotty that I want to win.″
″A bet? With Scotty? Are you out of your mind?″
″Nope. I've got a bingo card on my PADD and everything. Look, see? We've almost got a double bingo thanks to that little rendezvous on the observation deck last week during change of shift. Why are you covering your face?″
″Because I'm embarrassed as all hell, Jim. You told Scotty about us?″
″Everyone knows already, Bones. Besides, I know about him and Gaila. And Sulu. And Chekov. So really, it was only fair...″
″I coulda lived a long time without knowing that, Jim.″
″Suck it up, Bones.″
″What's the prize?″
″You almost sound interested, Bones.″
″Shut up, Jim.″
″A bottle of whiskey and full access to Scotty's still for a month.″
″...″
″...″
″Pull the blanket up, and for the love of god, keep your damn voice down.″
″Score!″