Disclaimer: I don't swear. McCoy does. I can't be held responsible for his mouth. And while I wish I owned Star Trek, I clearly don't. Lastly, I'm not exactly a serious Trekkie (more of a leisurely part-time Trekkie) so go easy on me if I miss something.

A/n: Thank you to everyone who has read and most especially to those of you awesome people who stopped a moment to review!! To finish off, this one is just fun and light-hearted. Enjoy the fifth and final part, and if you have a sec, leave me a review. They are happiness, no matter what you say in it. :)

V

They were celebrating their fiftieth successful mission. The ship had been docked and the crew were having the time of their lives in a local pub, drinking and eating and generally having a grand time.

Kirk, of course, had challenged whoever thought they could best him to a drinking contest. Somehow, and McCoy had yet to figure out how, they'd convinced Spock to join them. Generally McCoy was not one to join in these idiotic things - he usually watched with amusement then dragged a completely inebriated Kirk back to their room afterwards - but perhaps it was because Spock was joining in for the first time or because the excitement of their fiftieth successful mission had gotten to him, but he found himself in the contest too.

He'd long ago lost count of how many drinks he'd downed and was egged on by the gathered crowd. Three contestants were left: himself, Kirk and Spock.

"I have to admit," McCoy slurred. "I expected you out first." He jabbed his finger at Spock who so far seemed quite unaffected by the amount of alcohol he'd consumed.

"Apparently so did most everyone else." He replied with a twitch of his eyebrow.

The credits were being passed around as more bets were made and changed for who would last the longest.

Kirk wobbled where he stood and grinned. "You're just better at hiding it." He held onto the table for support when he swayed suddenly.

"Go lay down, Jim." said McCoy. "I've watched you do this enough times to know when you're done."

Kirk stubbornly shook his head. "I'm the best at this. I'm always the best at this! There's no way you - either of you - are better than me."

McCoy smirked. "I've had more practice at drinking."

"Vulcan bodies absorb alcohol in much more efficient way than humans." said Spock. "I estimate it will take a significant more volume of liquid before I really feel its full effects."

Kirk grunted. "Now you tell me."

The next round was set down and the crowd quieted with anticipation as the three remaining contestants picked up their shots. They clinked their glasses and proceeded to swallow their shots. Kirk knocked his back first, followed by Spock and McCoy.

Kirk lapped up the cheers that erupted in the mess hall until he tumbled off his stool. From the floor he groaned and mumbled that he wasn't able to continue, much to the chagrin of those who'd bet on him.

McCoy was determined to best his pointy-eared friend, but was starting to realize that it may not be possible after all. After several more rounds - McCoy didn't know how many - Spock still looked relatively unbothered. Spock seemed a little unsteady and seemed to be smiling more than usual, but that was hardly anything in comparison to McCoy who's world was swimming.

"Dammit, Spock." McCoy cursed and dropped to the floor beside Kirk.

-end-

A/n: I originally was going to make Spock react like Legolas in Return of the King ("I feel a tingle... in my fingers...!"), but he told me that was illogical because he wasn't an elf. I conceeded the point and Spock told me that this was how it would happen instead - even though he knew I really don't know how a Vulcan would react after consuming excess amounts of alcohol. ;) Anyways, thanks for reading! Reviews really are like oxygen (and I like breathing).