"I wish someone would invent a drink that tasted good and got you drunk in one shot," Jim said, rubbing his forehead as he sat in the mess hall. Spock was sitting across from him, studying him as he spoke.
"As you have stated before, that is what a triple shot is for," Spock replied, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't think that would work." Throwing back the last of his drink, Jim sighed.
"We should retire for the night, maybe some sleep will help," Spock suggested, getting up.
Walking down the empty corridor, their fingers intertwined, they entered Jim's quarters.