Sporting their color-coordinated swim trunks, Starfleet's most popular and most photographed officers schmoozed with A-list celebrities, Federation VIPs and well-heeled fans from across the galaxy.
Spock dispassionately observed the limited amount of fabric covering those rich enough to buy their way into the event.
"Spock, enjoying yourself?"
Kirk trudged his way through the slight current of the pool to stand next to his first officer.
"It is an excellent opportunity to study the behavior of the 'rich and famous' in their native habitat."
"I would've thought you'd experienced plenty of this as an ambassador's son." Kirk replied as two bootylicious beauties moved within snuggling distance.
"Not like this, Captain."
"You know what, Spock? Me either. But I like it."
The two swimmers in transparent swimsuits tugged Kirk towards the deep water waterfall area (protected by netting to keep inebriated fools from falling the 1.5 meters to the lower family pool). Focused on confirming the captain's safety, Spock startled - in a Vulcan manner - when a swimming waiter handed him a drink.
"For you, sir. A gift."
"I do not consume alcohol."
"I was directed to express the giver's utter disappointment if you declined the offer."
Impeccable manners compelled Spock to take the drink.
"It is aesthetically pleasing. Does this cocktail have a name?"
"It is called 'Black Widow's Kiss'."
Spock observed the dark drink with the blood-red bottom curiously.
"Thank you. I will accept it."
Turning as the waiter floated back to the in-pool bar, Spock searched for the potential patron of the drink - his instructions from Nyota front and center in his brain. Shielded to the maximum, he scanned the collected revelers for a hint to the gift's source.
With careful observation, Spock reasoned, he might head off an amputation by Nyota if he identified the donor and explained both his marital status and the pugilistic reputation of his mate at bars across the quadrant.
Curious, though, he sipped the drink and found it appealing in a way most alcoholic beverages were not. Despite the cloying sweetness at the bottom of the martini glass, the drink's exquisite flavor encouraged him to finish and its effects almost distracted him from his intent to discourage his benefactor before Nyota found out.
A commotion interrupted Spock's search. Moving purposefully through the water, Spock made to assess the situation and stopped dead.
Three-inch heels set off her legs which Spock's eyes followed up to the horizon - or almost there.
Curvy hips moved side to side, hypnotizing the Vulcan, in a rhythm that had his eyes bouncing with them.
The smallish waist drew his sight upward to firm, pert breasts and a neck that forced him to clamp his jaw shut to suppress his primal urge to bite.
Hair, tons of it, fell in soft curls that set a counterpoint to the rhythm of her walk. Spock dropped the empty cocktail glass into the pool and never noticed.
"Can I be you, Spock? Just for today?" Kirk panted, joining his friend in gawking.