96.) Horn*
"I refuse to ask."
Ignoring his pouting roommate, and what appeared to be the disassembled parts of their intercom, McCoy dropped off his books and changed for his shift at the hospital. If he was lucky, Jim would have put it all back together before he returned. If he was even luckier, he would never learn why Jim had felt the need to tinker with something he wasn't supposed to touch, let alone alter.
Two weeks later, McCoy had practically forgotten about the encounter. That is, until a fog horn sounded throughout their dorm while he was alone studying. Growling, McCoy stalked to the door, all but punching the switch that would slide it open. by the time the door was fully open, McCoy knew his scowl had reached murderous proportions.
Seeing Kirk's drunken smile, McCoy was itching for a hypo. That feeling quickly faded as he dragged the kid to his bed with a rather sinister smile. Come morning, Kirk would regret tinkering with their doorbell when he was awoken in the morning by a fog horn. And until the kid fixed it, McCoy would withhold what Kirk called his 'hangover cure'.
The kid was asking for it too, choosing a fog horn.
Written: 2-23-2012
Word Count: 204