"I'm bored, Yeoman!" Jim sighed in exasperation, leaning back in his comfortable Ready Room chair before running a hand through his hair.

"That's nice." Yeoman Troi responded distractedly, her eyes focused on the data pad in her hands as she bit her lip in concentration.

"What are you reading?" Jim prodded, resting his palms on his desk and leaning forward, trying to see over the top of the pad in Elanore's hands. She shifted back from his prying eyes, raising her eyebrow slightly before tapping the screen energetically again.

"I'm not reading." She responded simply.

"Then what are you doing?" -

"Playing Solitaire." Elanore finally said in a sing song voice and Jim snorted before yanking the pad from her hand roughly and shutting down the screen.

"I was using that!" She whined, reaching her hand out for the pad that Jim had just taken. Unable to reach it, Yeoman Troi sat back in her seat again and crossed her arms over her chest in a huff.

"How about a real game." Jim finally smirked, pulling his drawer open and rummaging around inside it. Elanore raised her eyebrow in alarm before replying, "Sounds dangerous."

Captain Kirk finally pulled out his idea of a "game". A large bottle of amber liquid that Elanore could only assume was Scotch and two crystal glasses. She rolled her eyes in disbelief, though really she wasn't surprised that James T. Kirk had stashed a bottle of alcohol in his Ready Room desk for those very stressful occasions. Or when he was bored.

"Your idea of a game is scotch? Really?" Elanore queried, sitting forward in her chair to read the bottle's label before adding, "Well, at least you have good taste."

Jim snorted and snatched back the bottle, unscrewing the lid before filling both glasses with an ample amount of the gold liquid.

"Bottom's up!" He said cheerily, raising his glass and taking a large sip. He slid the glass that was meant for Elanore across his desk and watched in amusement as she raised her eyebrow at the scotch before meeting his eyes.

"I don't drink." She stated simply, pushing the glass away.

"Rubbish!" -

"No, really." -

"That is the biggest load of crap I've ever heard. Now, drink!" Jim ordered, gesturing to her glass with his own before Elanore grimaced and looked back down at the full glass of scotch before her.

"If I have this one drink, will you leave me alone so I can get some work done?" Elanore asked, wrapping her fingers around the glass in anticipation.

"Deal!" Jim responded and she nodded before taking a sip. The liquid burnt her throat and she forced the sour expression from her face before a warm and fuzzy feeling settled in her stomach.

Mmm, I forgot how nice a glass of scotch is.

Elanore continued to sit in silence, both herself and Jim sipping their drinks slowly and enjoying the lull in activity on the ship. Soon she found her glass empty and she replaced it on Jim's desk as he raised the bottle again, tipping more scotch into his glass before raising his eyebrow at her in question. Elanore bit her lip in thought before replying, "Just one more."

Yeoman Elanore Troi sat stiffly at the table in the Mess Hall, a glass of water and a steaming mug of black tea before her, both untouched as she stared with bloodshot eyes at a spot on the table in front of her with a disgruntled expression on her face. A couple of tables over, someone laughed boisterously, the noise causing Elanore a considerable amount of discomfort and she grimaced, sinking further down into her chair and trying to hide her face with the messy strands of hair that had fallen out of her un-brushed ponytail.

"Morning Ellie!" Uhura greeted cheerfully, placing her tray down loudly on the table opposite Elanore before taking a seat.

"Hi." Ellie almost whispered, swallowing back the bile that had risen in her throat before taking a small sip of water.

"Are you okay, El? You look terrible." Uhura queried in concern, picking up her fork and taking a bite of her breakfast.

"I think I'm going to die." Elanore responded simply, her face going paler by the second as the smell of Uhura's food turned her stomach.

"Are you...hungover!" Uhura wondered, her face an odd expression of shock and amusement that only made Elanore grimace again. She simply nodded in response and leant her throbbing head against her palm gently.

"I blame Jim." She muttered, rubbing her temples steadily before closing her eyes.

"Jim got you drunk!" Uhura asked, her eyes wide as she added, "He didn't...you know?"

"God no! I would have round housed him into the ground if he'd tried. Captain or no!" Ellie managed to choke out, bewildered her friend would even think such a thing!

Just because I shared a bottle of scotch with him does not mean I was so delirious that I'd sleep with the man! Yeoman's prerogative and all that!

Uhura giggled quietly at the thought of their Captain making a move on his Yeoman, only to be kicked into the floor before taking another bite of food.

"You sure you don't want any breakfast?" Uhura offered, gesturing to her plate. Elanore shook her head furiously, pinching her lips together to stop herself from projectile vomiting across the table.

"Morning ladies!" Someone chirped cheerfully and when Elanore managed to look up from her intense studying of the table top, she grimaced steadily and almost glared at the man before her.

"Captain." She managed to bite out before turning her attention back to the random spot on the table. Jim Kirk plonked down beside her happily, instantly digging into his breakfast with all the gusto of a man who didn't seem to have drunk half a bottle of scotch the night before.

Damn him!

"Damn, Yeoman, you look like shit!" Jim retorted, nudging her shoulder playfully before placing yet more food into his mouth. Elanore groaned steadily and let her head fall into her arms on the table, closing her eyes and deciding then and there that this was a good place to take a nap.

"You okay, Yeoman?" He asked but she could tell he was smiling and clearly amused by her dishevelled nature.

"Stop calling me Yeoman." Elanore managed to choke out stiffly, not moving from her position.

"You okay, Elanore?" Jim tried again, ruffling her hair.

"Do not touch me." Elanore breathed in a dangerous tone, raising her head again and ignoring the dizzy spell that overcame her before somehow managing to get to her feet.

"I'll see you later, Ny. Sir." Elanore stated in farewell, swallowing again as the room continued to spin slightly.

"Where are you going?" The Captain piped up between a bite of food.

"Your dispatches aren't going to do themselves, sir. I'm going to go get some work done." His Yeoman said tersely before turning and walking away.

"That woman is feisty." Kirk stated as he watched his Yeoman exit the Mess hall.

"You really think she'd survive as your Yeoman if she wasn't?" Uhura quipped with a smirk.

"Touché."