Gods of every universe, I swear this is better than sex! You've got to try this Chris."

Christine Chapel discretely scooped up a forkful of her companion's decadent desert. A sensual moan escaped her cherry red glossed lips as the silky textured confection to slid tantalizingly across her tongue.

"It's wonderful…but I'm not sure it's better than sex," she responded with a sly grin, "I believe I'll need another sample to be certain."

"Another sample of cake or another sample of…"

"Cake," the darkhaired doctor protested as she stole another forkful of the café's signature Parisian torte that boasted ten different kinds of chocolate.

"So," Nyota leaned forward as a wickedly provocative smile played across her full lips, "don't get mad at me, but I've been dying to ask you this, was it green?"

"Was what green?"

"Spock…his, you know, his…his thing, was it green?"

"You really do have a one track mind Ny, how did we get back on this topic."

"It's not prurient interest Chris, it's purely scientific curiosity."

"Well… in the interest of science and since I've had five shots of cake vodka…have you ever had a Horny Vulcan?"

"The drink?"

"Well of course the drink Ny! Sheesh… if you'd had an actual horny Vulcan you wouldn't have to ask what color it was."

"Okay yes, I've had the drink. So…give, is it green or not?"

"Not at first, but when it's…standing at attention it turns a sort of dusky olive green just like…"

"A Horny Vulcan!"

"Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner." Christine leaned across the table, crooking a long slender finger to coax Nyota closer, "and… you know what else? It smells like cloves and nutmeg."

"You're kidding."

"No, I'd always have this insatiable craving for pumpkin pie afterward."

"Was it good?"

"The pumpkin pie?"

"No, Christine, for heaven's sake," the Bantu woman rolled her dark eyes in exasperation. "Not the pie…the sex."

Christine took another bite of Nyota's dessert. "This is fantastic, but in fairness the sex was off the freaking charts amazing. He was very…considerate and quite the multitasker…on the other hand, chocolate never dumps you for another piece of chocolate half your age, so I guess it's kind of a wash.

"Damn Ny, how did we end up back on this dismal topic? I hereby declare any more talk of Vulcan's penises or their grinchy green little peanut sized hearts off limits."

"Sorry Chris, you're right, from now on we focus on fun. I'm ready for some dancing. What time are we meeting Hanson and Riley?"

"He said they'd be there any time after nine."

…..

Kirk groaned plaintively as he stood up from the table, and was nearly run down by a young female server as she hustled by with a huge tray filled with pitchers of beer. The Wild West themed restaurant was packed, and Kirk turned quickly to catch another glimpse of the scantily attired young cowgirl as she disappeared into the crowd.

"That last t-bone was probably a mistake," he admitted begrudgingly.

"Perhaps you should not have taken the phrase, "all you can eat" as a personal challenge?" Spock responded dryly.

"I was just getting my money's worth."

"I find your logic somewhat specious. As all of our meals are being provided by Starfleet, there would appear to be no outlay of capital on your part."

"No one likes a smart ass Spock."

Spock cast a puzzled gaze to McCoy, who rocked back on his heels grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"As an ass is traditionally a beast of burden, would it not be logical to desire an increase in the animal's intelligence as a means to increase its efficiency?"

Kirk sighed in defeat, if he'd learned one thing on the first five year mission it was that engaging in any sort of debate with his Vulcan First Officer was like feeding a tribble. "Duly noted Mr. Spock."

"Well the night is still young gentlemen, where do we go from here?" McCoy asked as he retrieved his jacket from the attractive young woman at the coat check.

"Sulu told me about a club just a couple of blocks from here, he said it's got a galaxy class bar and live music." Kirk's enthusiastic grin faded slightly. "I guess that's not exactly your idea of a fun evening Spock."

"Admiral, Vulcans do not experience the need for mindless recreational diversion as humans do."

"Then why did you bother coming with us on shore leave?" McCoy grumbled, "the whole point of shore leave is to have fun."

"Agreed doctor, I understand that it is necessary for the Admiral and yourself, and in the interest of rebuilding our friendship I am quite willing to participate in any activities that you deem necessary to the recreational process."

"Necessary to the recreational process?"

"Bones I think he's saying he's 'all in'"

"All in? I do not understand your implication, precisely what am I in."

"You're in for an evening of 'fun' my friend." Kirk responded with a wicked grin. "Let's go find that club."