Bring your own beverage
"Captain?"
Spock hesitantly slipped his arm around Kirk's torso, steeling himself a half second before the Enterprise's Captain slumped against him.
"Spock. Spock... sock." Kirk laughed to himself and Spock felt the laughter tremor through Kirk's body.
Spock repositioned his hold on the man, steeling himself before draping one of Kirk's arms around his own shoulders.
All Spock had been doing was enjoying a quiet night to himself. Jim's home in Iowa was not unpleasant and the attic made for a sensational place to meditate. It was warm and cozy, and maybe just a touch too dusty, but a few candles and black paper over the small window made it ideal for meditation.
And then, suddenly, Kirk had hailed him on the communicator, breaking the silence of the attic, startling him out of his meditation. And the conversation that they had had then had been very much like the conversation that Kirk was trying to have now.
Spock had, like a good... friend... wiped the sheen of sweat from his forehead, traced the coordinates of Kirk's call, and tracked him down at a party. Apparently, the beverages there had been... spiked, Spock believed was the word that Kirk kept trying to say. (He kept saying 'spocked', actually, but spike, Spock... Spock could see how the words became jumbled in Kirk's drunken mind. Alcohol was destructive.)
"Captain, walking requires moving your feet in such a pattern as left foot in front of the right," Spock said testily, trying to get Kirk to the street so that they could hail a cab.
Spock didn't like his personal space being invaded. While Kirk always stepped into his personal space for whatever reason- Kirk didn't seem like to public space and chose to jump right into the private- Spock could handle that. He was, dare he say, used to it. However, certain things were off limits.
His cabin on the Enterprise, for instance. Unless there was good reason or advanced warning- even simply buzzing the door was fine- Spock hated it when people (namely Kirk) barged into his quarters.
Physical touch was not good, either. Touch telepathy made physical contact... unwelcome. It wasn't like Spock couldn't control or handle it, but it just made him uncomfortable.
"Captain. Jim."
"Spock, why you gotta be so... stuffy?" Kirk slurred.
Spock swallowed back a retort and shifted Kirk's weight uncomfortably. "Endeavour to pick up your feet, Captain, lest I will be forced to carry you."
Kirk giggled- literally giggled. The noise grinded on Spock's ears and made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. He clenched his teeth and resisted the urge to give Jim a neck pinch and leave his body on a bench somewhere. Friends indeed.
Morning came to pass with the sound of Kirk's stocking feet pounding against the hardwood floor as he ran to the bathroom. Spock was awake at the time, his arms folded beneath his head and his gaze on the ceiling, and didn't miss the unmistakable sound of vomiting a second later.
Only after the vomiting had passed and there were no footsteps again did Spock push himself into a sitting position, and get to his feet. He padded down the hallway without a sound- he knew exactly where each and every one of Kirk's squeaky floorboards were- and only paused for a moment outside of the open bathroom door before peering around the door frame.
"Captain."
Kirk looked up from his place on the floor next to the toilet. His pallor was an unhealthy shade, his eyes were glistening, and his fingers were rubbing tight circles against his temples.
"Spock... What the hell happened last night..."
"You seemed to have been invited to a party, at which you said to me that the, quote, punch had been spiked. You were highly inebriated. I came to find you and directed you back home."
Jim didn't react to the words, just blinked slowly. He reminded Spock of an owl, although Spock didn't say so.
"Captain?"
Kirk placed his head in his hands. "Yes. Drunk. Great. Shit. That explains the hangover. I knew I shouldn't have drunk that punch..."
"It would seem highly illogical to drink something of which you did not know the origins."
"There's a lesson to be learned here," Kirk murmured. "Bring your own drinks to the party."
"I will keep this in mind... if I ever feel the need to go to a party," Spock replied.
Kirk managed a weak smile before throwing up again.