Desk

Montgomery Scott believed in three things: a bottle of Scotch, a good set of engines, and pretty girls. With a career in Starfleet, he had his fill of engines; he didn't think about girls so much since he'd met a certain lieutenant; but Scotch was a different story…Dr. McCoy was always good for a glass of something, but rarely was it good old-fashioned Scotch. Scotty was desperate, however, so he headed down to Sickbay. He didn't have to say anything. McCoy opened a cupboard, pulled down a fancy pitcher and two glasses, and motioned Scotty to his desk.

A/N: I have to confess, two major parts of this drabble were stolen from my Scotty/Uhura WIP; they just didn't seem to fit there so I stole them and made them work with 'desk.'