Bones stretched out on the couch, grinning up mischievously. Jim rolled his eyes and shoved the other man's legs off to take the cushion next to him. "Share, that's an order," he stated with a cocky grin.
Bones merely raised an eyebrow and stuck his sock clad toes under Jim's left thigh. "We are on shore leave, damn it, you can't tell me what to do!"
Jim opened his mouth to protest, but one look at the doctor's rising eyebrow convinced him otherwise. Instead he looked about and questioned, "Where is Spock? We can't start the movie without him."
"I still can't believe you were able to convince him to join us," grumbled Bones, reaching behind himself to adjust his pillow, but toes remaining in their cozy location. "Maybe he bolted out the back instead of going through with it."
"Negative Doctor," came the rich voice of the Vulcan as he entered the room, accompanied by the smell of buttery popcorn. "I felt obliged to bring sustenance for our… marathon."
Twin smiles of approval looked back from the couch as Spock passed the bowl to Jim before sitting on his right. Spock pulled his legs up to cross them, knee pressing against Jim's. Jim looked at the offending knee and then to where the toes disappeared and frowned.
Then Bones passed him a glass with a splash of bourbon, again before he could protest being used in such a way, like just another couch cushion. "Spock, you want one?" Bones asked, leaning over to snag a handful of popcorn to stuff in his mouth.
"I have substitute to offer," Spock answered, voice holding a hint of conspiracy.
"Oh yeah? Something better than my high quality bourbon?"
Jim downed his glass, wincing slightly at the fire going down his throat. He was going to need it with these two.
"Indeed," Spock leaned over to grab a bottle he had no doubt placed earlier next to his side of the couch. Passing it silently to Bones, he cocked his own eyebrow at the expression that overcame both men's faces.
"Romulan ale? Mr. Spock, you know that's illegal," Jim grinned at him with unhidden pride while Bones smirked.
"Quite, it was hard to find one from a good planetary cycle," Spock took the glass Bones offered him now, and Jim offered his glass for a refill.
"How do you know so much about illegal ale, Spock," Bones chuckled, sipping the blue liquid now filling his own glass.
"I must keep some secrets, Doctor," Spock told him simply.
Interrupting the staring contest that was happening to either side, Jim active the screen in front of them. "Computer, begin film."
"What have you gathered us to watch anyway, Jim?" Bones turned his focus to the screen.
"Oh, you'll know it. It's a classic," Jim beamed, leaning back and putting his arms along the back of the couch, drink hovering precariously over Bones' head.
Before either of his companions could question further, the blaring theme music started dramatically with the words "Star Wars" appearing on screen in yellow. Bones groaned, and threw back the rest of his drink and Spock looked over to soon follow suite.
"Aw, come on guys, don't tell me you don't like Star Wars," Jim practically whined.
"Out of old Earth science fiction franchises, I prefer Doctor Who," Spock stated, gracefully picking out a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl.
"I am personally a Stargate fan myself," Bones shrugged. When Spock and Jim looked at him oddly, he scoffed. "You've never heard of it? Canadian series from the 1990's? Your loss. "
And with that they settled in, turning their attention to the movie.