Disclaimer: I don't swear. McCoy does. I can't be held responsible for his mouth. And while I wish I owned Star Trek, I clearly don't. Lastly, I'm not exactly a serious Trekkie (more of a leisurely part-time Trekkie) so go easy on me if I miss something.
A/n: Big thank-you to those of you who have reviewed already, I appreciate it immensely. This chapter is on the lighter side. Enjoy.
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McCoy was in the library once again, still studying hard for his upcoming exam. He was busily taking notes from an ancient paper-made textbook that weighed a solid twenty pounds when the quiet of the library was completely broken by several loud whoops and the thundering of someone running and jumping.
He groaned and kept his head down, recognizing the voice of the whoops immediately. He could ignore the other person no longer however when he reached McCoy, waving his arms, yelling and grinning wide.
"I did it! I passed!" James T. Kirk shouted happily.
"Keep it down, man, for God's sake!" McCoy snapped. "You're in a library."
The librarian was glaring his way as were many other students who'd been so rudely disturbed by Kirk's entrance. Kirk looked like he would much like to make more noise but for McCoy's sake, he quieted his tone significantly.
"I passed, Bones."
McCoy smirked. "Like you had any doubt you would."
"Well, it's not like I studied like you - or, at all for that matter." Kirk shrugged and slid into the seat next to McCoy. "I was with Gaila until four this morning."
McCoy raised his eyebrow, unsurprised.
"So with about two and half hours sleep and not an ounce of studying, I'd say I'm pretty proud of myself for pulling off a ninety-three."
"A ninety - !" McCoy swore under his breath and Kirk laughed.
"Let's blow outta here and celebrate making it through our first year, top of our class."
"I haven't made it through my first year." McCoy grumbled. "I still have my final exam, two days from now, which is why I am here, working hard."
"Right, two days. So we get plastered tonight and then you have a day to recover!" Kirk stood.
McCoy shook his head. "I'm not going. I have to make sure I do well."
"Bones, when have you ever done badly? And how often do you actually stop to have some fun?"
"You have more than enough 'fun' for the two of us, thanks." McCoy determinedly tried to continue his notes.
Kirk leaned forward. "I'm not taking 'no' for an answer. Not today. Today I am too happy to be on my way to greatness and I am forcing you to be too."
McCoy eyed him with irritation. "Dammit, Jim." He slammed his book shut.
Kirk whooped loudly again, earning himself a stern shushing from the librarian.
"Sorry ma'am, sorry." Kirk apologized swiftly with a charming grin and then patted his friend hard on the back. "You really deserve some fun, man."
McCoy couldn't help but smile a bit and silently admit that maybe he did deserve a little fun after all his hard work. Just over an hour later, he was in a local pub with dozens of other giddy and liquored-up students celebrating not only surviving his first year with Starfleet, but excelling.
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