"This color is gorgeous." Nyota dipped her finger in a jar and drug it across her wrist. "Super pigmented too. I didn't think Vulcan women wore makeup."

"Only for ceremonies or other special occasions." Dr. Vida explained as Lieutenant Uhura, Lieutenant Marcus, and Nurse Chapel shuffled through her trunk of cosmetics.

Upon learning of their upcoming shore leave, Christine suggested they gather a group of women to get ready together, as they would have were they going for a night on the town on earth. She thought it was only right to include the newest member of the crew, Vivian, who saw it logical to seek comradery with other females.

They looked forward to the opportunity to wear colors other than their uniforms- Nyota in a bright green, Christine in a rosy hue, and Carol in a shiny white. Vivian managed to sew an outfit using one of her formal Vulcan robes; the glittering black material that once hung loosely from her body, now clung to her in the form of a bandage dress.

The women bantered about life, and, to Dr. Vida's surprise, love. It seemed that many relationships formed and broke amongst the young crewmembers, along with a high prevalence of casual, sexual encounters.

"I don't even want to think about men tonight. The engineering deck reeks of them...I just-no. Tonight I want to get drunk, and dance. I have every intention of coming home alone."

Nyota cut in, "I'm just glad Spock's staying on board. It'd be weird, you know, like trying to dance with a robotic ex boyfriend watching from the corner."

Vivian listened as they caught her up on the romance that occurred between the two, and the reason for ending it. "Lieutenant-sorry-Nyota, I find that the easiest way to retaliate against a man who has caused you emotional distress is by engaging in coitus with one of his companions," She stated nonchalantly, before returning to brushing her hair.

The other women froze in their tracks.
"Did she just say 'revenge fuck his friend'?" Nyota laughed.

"That is absolutely what she said." Carol was amused. "I like her already."

"So who, prey tell, would you suggest?"

"The Captain!" The nurse shouted. The other choice, of course, would've been Dr. McCoy. Christine had a sort of infatuation with him, however, and hoped to keep him for herself.

"You do appear attracted to him already," Vivian nodded. "He is what many human women would consider to be traditionally attractive."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't think he's attractive?"

The doctor shook her head, "His temperament reminds me of an earlier version of human evolution and his recklessness is unnecessary. I prefer the more intellectual type."

"Been there, done that, not going back." Nyota swiped her lips with a red color, "I, for one, could use a good Neanderthal in the bedroom. It's been way too damn long." Other women echoed her sentiment.

"Are you seriously gonna try to fuck Kirk?" Carol was amused.

She took a deep breath and nodded, "Yep. Ok, I'm gonna fuck Kirk."

Later, some of the officers and their companions gathered in the officers' dining room for a drink before beaming down to the surface. Kirk snuck in some Romulan ale. Most poured a single shot to prepare for a toast.

Dr. Vida poured a glass.
"Aye lass, are ye trying fall out before ye make it off the ship?" Scotty watched in awe as the woman threw it back.

Everyone jumped, but she merely shrugged, "The Vulcan metabolism operates differently. I require a larger sum of alcohol to experience similar effects." It warmed her throat on the way down.

"I'll drink to that." Kirk raised his class, "Hey Scotty, how 'bout a toast?"

"Aye Cap'n...Ehem, let us raise our glasses, let us find some lasses, and let's pray the whiskey don't turn us to arses." A hearty cheers was shared by the friends, many of whom wouldn't remember much following the toast.

At some point they found their way off the ship and to a bar, and then to another. For every one drink her friends had, Vivian had a double. Some were blue, some were brown, some had fruit or ice. She lost track, as she intended to. She found herself moving between dancing with her newfound "gal pals" and trying to drink Scotty under the table.

Back on the Enterprise, Spock reveled in being the functional captain. He double checked lists and did some coding to make certain programs more efficient. Briefly, he even sat in the Captain's chair and swiveled.

His enjoyment was short-lived, however, as he began feeling strangely. First, he felt unusually tired. Then, his stomach began to ache. His temperature rose, followed by the blur of his vision. Without a doctor on board, he reasoned for himself that he must have a case of food poisoning. Stumbling, he returned to his cabin.

"What's goin on there?" McCoy motioned to Uhura, who seemed to be grinding on their captain. Upon seeing him attempting to mingle with the locals, she'd swiftly and boldly cut in.

Vivian cracked a smile, "Nyota hopes to engage in intercourse with Kirk."

"Bad idea. He shouldn't break the bro code."

"The what?"

"Bro code- it's a set of rules male friends hold each other to. One of those rules in that you shouldn't have sex with your friend's ex girlfriend."

"That's illogical. There are only so many individuals on the ship. Not all of them are male. Why does Spock hold ownership of her when it limits her future partners?" She raised an eyebrow.

McCoy opened his mouth to defend it, but then shrugged, "I don't know. It's just a thing..." He looked around for a moment, "Hey there's a dart board. Do you play?"

"I have not played darts before, but I am always interested in learning a new skill." Vivian accompanied him to the wall and listened to him explain the board to her. He had a dimple when he smiled, and his eyes lit up when he was interested in something.

He smelled like faded cologne, whiskey, and sweat. His words were a little slower than usual, and slightly slurred. Additionally, his southern accent became more pronounced. Behind her, he mimicked the motion of a dart throw. She leaned back into him, intentionally pressing her rear against his crotch. At first, she caught him off guard, but he didn't seem to complain. She was warm too, flushed in the face. Her makeup ran a little and her thighs stuck together under her dress.

They soon moved on to another bar, with a better DJ and a light show above the dance floor. Vivian, joined by her female companions, intentionally performed provocative movements as a mating dance of sorts. She could tell their male companions, many too macho to dance, watched them from afar. When Carol began her "no men" rant again, Vivian inquired as to whether she was same sex attracted. When Carol said she had considered it, Vivian had an idea to draw more attention; she pulled the blonde in by the waist and kissed her.

"Holy shit."

They'd caught the attention of the males, who promptly joined them.

Vivian caught Leonard by the arms. "Dance with me." The drunker he got, the fewer buttons remained buttoned on his shirt. Any concern he had for professionalism had long since been drowned by liquor. She attempted to press against his body, and put his hands on hers. He watched her sway and bounce, and found himself actively fighting arousal. Her hair hit him in the face more than once, but he didn't mind at all. She smelled like a pastry, or a flower, or both. He couldn't tell, nor did he care.

Finally, he'd had all he could take. When she turned to face him again, he yanked her body into his and kissed her, harshly. Their faces smushed together in a mess of lipstick, sweat, stubble, and booze. He came up for air, looking satisfied with himself, but still hungry for more. She felt similarly.

She stretched up to lean into his ear, "Do you want to leave together?"

The music was too loud. "What?!"

"LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!" She bit his ear for emphasis.
"Glad to," He beamed, wrapping his arm around her waist, and withdrawing his communicator to beam up