When the crew arrived back on the bridge Kirk ordered some cake and bloodwine from the food dispensers. They happily ate and drank further into oblivion. Keenser began to stir and with a firm kick in the ribs from Scotty he was once again conscious, joining the circle.

"Oh my god. We've got to play 'Never have I ever...' people." Nyota declared.

"It can't hurt." agreed Jim happily, his thoughts lingering on Spock and Bones' earlier escapade.

"I'll stert- i've git a good one." Chekov announced, "Never hev I ever had sex wit an alien race." Uhura and Spock looked at each other and lifted their cups of bloodwine in sync. Unexpected movement came from Scotty's area. Both he and Keenser had drunk. Scandalous faces were pulled at the pair.

"Et wus one time. Fur godssakes! Why ye lookin' at me like that?!" Scotty shouted defensively and the crew burst into hysterics. Keenser made an unapproving noise and stomped off the bridge.

"Sorry, baby." Scotty spoke softly to the Ship as he affectionately stroked the carpeted floor. The laughter began to die out and the game moved on to Kirk.

"Never have I ever..." He stopped to think for a moment. Chekov jumped up from his seat and began to run around again. The limelight shifted from Kirk to Chulu as Karu leapt from his place and jumped on Pavel's back.

"Warp engines on full!" They screamed. One by one the rest of the crew got up and joined them running in loops around the Captain's chair. Scotty skipped happily over to the music system, finding an album called 'Tribal Sounds'.

"Aye, ah hope et's git Bagpipes. Th' sound o' home." He giggled before joining the crew again. The music changed and suddenly instead panpipes played.

"It seems to be a different kind of tribal music, Scott." Spock told him as they all began to act like native Indians.

"Aye, Spock." Scotty agreed before patting his mouth with his palm like a Chief and skipping onwards.

When everyone was too tired to dance they sat around the Captain's chair pretending it was a campfire. They sang old, earth folk tunes from centuries past. "It's Friday, Friday gotta get down on Friday!" Before Chekov finally burst into song like he did in the tree. "Эй, я только что встретил вас и это безумие Но вот мой номер, так что позвони мне, может быть," the crew looked at him confusedly. "Sorrey." he said solemnly and the crew began to laugh drunkenly again.