"Ah, you gotta love spending time with old singles like us." Dr. McCoy said as he raised his glass. "To us, who are over 30 and still don't have a girl."
"To us!" Jim Kirk joined the toast.
"I fail to see the point of this toast." Spock added.
Kirk and McCoy exchanged amused glances, and took a sip of their drinks. "Spock, you pointy eared goblin, it's for fun."
"Now, Bones, we can't expect Vulcans to understand the need for a mate, for someone to love." Captain Kirk said as he leaned back on his couch.
"On the contrary," Spock stated. "If anyone knows about the need of a mate, it is the Vulcan species. I have yet to meet a species who must have a mate like Vulcans do."
"Spock, you misunderstood me. Humans have this need for…for love, for someone to love. They need to have someone there to kiss them, to love them, to hold them when they're afraid."
"Fear is a human emotion."
"Let the man finish, Spock!" McCoy spat.
"Humans…they need to have someone they can be close to. Usually, that someone is beautiful or handsome, depending on the gender." Kirk finished.
"But Captain, I fail to see why you do not have this kind of relationship. From my calculations, you have had a romantic relationship with approximately 23 women, and have attempted to have one with at least 8." Spock listed the statistics. Jim's ears turned scarlet, and McCoy leaned his head back and laughed.
"You have a good point, Spock. I think Jim Kirk is going to be one of those men who never really have a girlfriend, or a wife. He's just going to be on and off." McCoy laughed.
"Right, at least I've actually had relationships, even if they were short-lived." Jim threw back.
"I fail to see the point of this conversation…"
"Shut up, Spock!" McCoy said as he continued laughing.