"This species is wholly illogical."
That was some insult coming from Spock and McCoy looked up in surprise from his morose brooding.
"To consider as irrelevant all the attributes of those over forty is nonsensical." The Vulcan cast a disdainful look about the party.
"For once you'll get no argument from me," McCoy raised his glass in toast.
One of their young hosts then approached Spock, blatantly ignoring the doctor.
"You dance?" she queried joyfully.
"I do," he replied before extending a hand to McCoy. "If you would do me the honour?"
McCoy grinned and stood.
"Darlin', I'd be delighted."