"Hold the doors!"

McCoy shouted to draw the ladies attention. With luck the cadets had heard him and held the doors open until McCoy jogged to a stop standing next to them. McCoy nodded his thanks then looked to the female cadets. Both were in short dresses ready for a night out. Maybe they would know where the Rivercas would be?

"Ahem, where would you like to go sir?"

McCoy shook his head and looked to the girls, instantly going red in shame.

"Oh sorry ladies, I don't suppose you could help me? I'm trying to locate a friend whose managed to get himself intoxicated at the Rivercas, you don't know where it is by any chance do you?"

The female cadets looked at McCoy with confusion then nodded. They looked at each other before sending the turbo lift on its way and turning to McCoy as they awaited their stop. The young female on the left, with long blonde hair nodded to what seems to be the older cadet with brunette hair on the right who spoke for the pair.

"The Rivercas is a dodgey club by the docks under the bridge. Many… Dealings go on there. Slavery, payments on assassinations, you name it."

The brunette cadet looks at McCoy with more concern. He knew his face must have been a must see by Jim's standards. At the sounds of it Jim's decided to go pick a fight with people he shouldn't be messing with. Just as Jim Kirk always does it.

"We're getting off at a club nearby, if you get off with us, we will show you to the alley that leads to the club but we warn you. It's a very risky place, many people that come out of there are the ones that kill the poor souls who want just a drink. Rivercas isn't a place to mess with… The chances of your friend being whole, not sold as a slave or worse are slim."

She stared at McCoy then looked to her friend. The blonde cadet turned to McCoy with a serious face.

"Whatever you do, do not mention you are Starfleet if you are a member here. The club is for hidden Klingons and other aliens that the federations enemies. If they hear you are Starfleet, you will be in serious trouble."

The girls looked to each other before nodding. The blonde opened her clutch bag and took out a poker chip.

"Show this to the bouncer, it's the only way you will get in as their invitation only. We got given it by a Klingon trying to flirt, but obviously we didn't want to go down that route"

McCoy looked to the girls and nodded, his heart sinking and his gut churning with the warnings and information he had received from the cadets.

"Thank you ladies"

McCoy smiled knowing that they were concerned about his wellbeing. As the turbo lift came to a stop, the cadets got off and walked down the street past the club they intend to go in. The streets were dark with cans scattered across the floor. McCoy couldn't believe the state of the streets in this side of town. He had known that there were slums nearby Starfleet headquarters but he never knew they would be this close and this bad. Sighing he looked up to the cadets who came to a stop by two houses covered in black slime. McCoy instantly wanted to bring up his last meal from the stench that came from the alleyway. Looking to the cadets, they obviously were thinking the same thing.

"This is the place, we wish you luck… Sorry what is your name?"

McCoy smiled at the kindness the blonde cadet offered. The pair of them were so kind, he knew he had to thank them afterwards.

"McCoy, Leonard McCoy. Thank you ladies, I will have to find a way to thank you sometime"

The ladies nodded.

"I'm Tyne, and this is Chrissy"

McCoy held out a hand to the ladies, shaking their hands individually.

"Thank you Tyne and Chrissy"

McCoy waved to the girls as he headed down the alley and they headed to the club where they intended to get drunk. The medical part of his brain wanted to bark out orders but he knew he would be sounding like their parents and that was unfair. What's wrong with two humans getting drunk after their studies just a few days before final exams? McCoy couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief of what his own mind was saying. Hours earlier he was criticizing Jim who wanted to drag him out drinking just for fun. Growling McCoy focused back on the task at hand. He had to go find his lost best friend and drag his sorry ass back to the academy before he ended up in the ICU for overdoing it. Being a doctor didn't help in situations like this, knowing when a body is at its limit or not. McCoy often went out drinking until he was unable to talk. Instantly McCoy was shook away from thinking as he collided with a solid object that forced him to step back.

"Oi watch it"

Looking in front of him. McCoy eyed up the blood shot eyed andorian with a number of cuts and bruises across his body. McCoy grumbled his sorry and barged past him, ignoring the drunken shouts behind him. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out the poker chip. At first McCoy thought it was a simple black poker chip handed out, but when he looked closer it had a strange golden Y simple with a – going across the middle of it. Around the outside was what looked to be daggers. Before he could think any more of it, he was interrupted by a bodyguard standing by a door.

"You shouldn't be walking down this street"

In front stood a Romulan in what McCoy could only describe as a black Karate outfit. He looked down on McCoy. All that was going through the doctors mind was a few words that he liked to curse at a… friend of his. Green blooded hobgoblin.

McCoy lifted his hand up with the poker chip between his thumb and fingers. The Romulan looked at McCoy before raising his eyebrow in a very familiar way like Spock. Trying to control his emotions McCoy passed the chip to the Romulan who stepped back into the doorway and held the door open.

"Enter"

McCoy gulped as the vile smell crept further through his body. He thought he was going to be sick for hours on end as soon as the door opened. The smell that came out overwhelmed his senses. Holding the bridge of his nose McCoy walked into the club and instantly began to search for Jim.