A/N: So I took Pingo Best's idea from the reviews into consideration and decided to roll with it. I still don't own Star Trek, I still would like to hear feedback or your ideas for either this or my other story. :3 Thanks!
They Never Learn
Mr. Sulu claimed numerous times after the 'Bare-Bottom Incident' took place on the Enterprise was that it was all Bones' fault as he had brought the alcohol. However, the beloved doctor pointed his finger at Mr. Scott who he reminded the others was the one who made the suggestion in the first place. In all reality it was that little sadistic voice inside all of them that sneaked in and told them that strip poker was somehow - against all reason - a good idea.
The session had gone on longer than any of them intended and due to the increasing odds that they would get caught as the weeks rolled on, they wanted to make good use of the supply of alcohol they had at present. The amount of bottles McCoy brought nearly tripled since their close brush with being found out and thus the amount they'd drink went up just as much. Chekov in particular drank quite a bit of whiskey during those unsure times.
It was late by the time Scotty got it into his head that they should try it, and even by then his eyes were having trouble keeping the helmsman and the navigator's faces separate. Regarding Mr. Sulu and calling him the other's name, he drunkenly slurred his suggestion and immediately there was a cheer of inebriated concurrence among the others.
And it was Scotty that was the first to lose, taking off his shirt with a fervor unheard of, seeming at first quite alright with the prospect of removing the thing, but when he was down to his skivvies he wasn't so enthusiastic and realized that he was the least clothed member of the quartet at the time, the others only having removed their shoes.
Even pissed out of his mind, the thought of going nude in front of three of his peers – peers who were the least merciful when it came to humiliation that he had ever met – was entirely unbearable. Scotty opted out completely in favor of taking a drunken nap on the floor and was named the group's chicken from then on, even if the others were quite relieved that they could still say they had never seen Mr. Scott bare-naked.
The same could not be said anymore for going without seeing Dr. McCoy fully undressed, for as the tables turned away from Scotty, they turned on the poor man. He lost three rounds in a row and only managed to win one. Now himself down to the last hope for survival, he found himself with one pair of threes and nothing else. Hikaru's lips twisted into a malicious grin and the young Russian's eyes shone with an evil gleaming.
Of course it was all fun and games until the undergarments came fully off, at which time the game summarily ended right then and there, but not before Scotty woke up in the middle of it all and screamed bloody murder. They were drunk, after all, but some things were traumatizing no matter the circumstances.