Maybe McCoy would have been able to fend Jim off if the Captain had not addled his mind with Goddamn his Romulan ale in some ploy to raze him. But alas, the taller man pushed out at his best friend who launched himself at him and attempted to reclaim the ale now spilling on the carpet of the Sanctuary For All.

"Don't be a fool," He said thickly. "You need at least... uh, three attempts to do it properly. And even then, you'll cheat.. somehow."

But here they were, grappling like children and over illegal alcohol beverages, of all things. Better than fighting over a woman, he supposed.