Prompt: Scotty, Chekov - Resolve to never talk about it again.
Dangerous Ideas
″You do realize, laddie, that even if our theories are correct and we can turn all the alcohol my still produces into an acceptable alternative fuel source for the ship, then that would mean less for us all to enjoy.″ Scotty looked positively horrified at the thought.
Chekov's flush of success turned swiftly to chagrin as he looked up from his calculations to meet Scotty's eyes. He then transferred his gaze from the unlabeled bottle on the table to his PADD and back again, before emitting a sigh and deleting his data.
Scotty poured the rest of the bottle out into their two glasses and raised his in a toast. ″We'll not speak of this again, eh?″
″Yes, Mr. Scott. I believe zhat would be best.″ He clinked his own glass to the Chief Engineer's and then tossed it back.