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McCoy rarely looked content with the world; his face would be forever contorted into its permanent frown of disappointment or exasperation at whatever the situation at hand was. Better than him smiling all the time and making people suspicious.

What was the theme for his bad temper today? Well, it was Taxon, as usual. It seemed he could not walk down the street without injuring himself or the powers that be were plucking more people that, in loose terms, were at the very least associated with Starfleet rather than being apart of their crew.

It became more frustrating the longer he was here. With nothing better to do, he began looking over the medical reports he had conducted since arriving in Taxon while he sat in Sickbay... or in his CMO office, to be more precise. And not because he was ordered to.

"Just a piece of home," He announced to no one in particular, as he abandoned the reports and swivelled his chair opposite the visual feed and got to his feet before disappearing towards a futuristic looking cabinet that contained his collection of drinks, and punched a number into the console. The hiss that announced the code was correct was swiftly followed by a sigh... or perhaps a growl of infuriation from the doctor. "... that I need to change the codes for."

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Kirk couldn't help but line face at the tablet screen as Bones uttered thsoe words and left sickbay. Had this been the actual Enterprise, Bones would've had to go across and up a few decks before he got to the bridge; as it were, here in Taxon, the bridge was only right down the hall.

So, Kirk promptly shut his tablet off and left the Georgia Moon on his desk in his ready room, instead seizing an unopened bottle of blood wine. Popping the thing open, he took a long swig and stepped out onto the bridge with the bottle in hand, just in time to catch Bones stepping through the automatic doors.

"Blood wine, sorry," he said, shaking the bottle at his best friend. "Replicated it myself."

McCoy was also line faced as he walked onto the bridge and stared at the bottle being shaken at him from across the room. He slipped the tablet into his back pocket and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh, really." He replied sardonically and eyed the blood wine with a less than affectionate glance. "That's one hell of an interesting stain on your uniform there, Jim. I thought you could handle your drink better than that; at least, you can when you're not pretending."

Kirk looked down at his shirt. "Aw, shit!" He hadn't meant to do that. Crap. At least wearing a black t-shirt meant that it wouldn't show once it dried.

"Am I that obvious?"

"Painfully."

McCoy answered as he crossed the bridge and to the ready room where – with any hope – there would be some of his corn whiskey left for him to repossess for himself. Seems that he was optimistic today.

There was no use stopping Bones now that he'd given himself away as the culprit who took the whiskey from the doctor's cabinet. Like it would've been anyone else but him, but it was less fun owning up to it right off the bat.

He followed the older man into his ready room, where the jar of Georgia Moon was still sitting on the desk with the half-full glass he'd poured for himself earlier. "See? It's still mostly intact."

"I knew it." McCoy did not care if it was mostly intact, that was his jar of Georgia Moon, in all its unreplicated glory. He whirled around on his foot and raised his finger at his Captain as his face twisted in frustration. "You damned.. felon."

Kirk rolled his eyes at the finger and Bones' irritation. "Your code for that is the same one you used for your locker in the medical building. And I didn't drink that much of it. See? Just a few sips before you caught me, which is considerably faster than last time. I had half the bottle of that Picard down before you discovered it was missing."

"That's a blatant misuse of command, Jim." McCoy growled at his Captain before stepping over to the desk and snatching up the sullied jar of Georgia Moon. Was this all a childish overreaction? Most probably. But God help him, he would rant about this until he was blue in the face.

"You'll be laughing on the other side of your face when you steal the one spiked with benzodiazepine." He continued threateningly, "Let's see how well those codes you know will help when you're drooling on the floor."

"It's not a misuse of command. I didn't even have to use my override codes to get in. I used your codes."

Maybe he was also being a bit immature about it in acting so casual about the whole thing, but it was only natural for him to react this way when Bones was in one of his rant at the world moods.

McCoy glared at him:

"Get your own."

Learn to share, he wanted to say, but Kirk knew how far he could push Bones before he crossed a line and knew that if he said that, he'd be stepping over a line he was already teetering on. Why he enjoyed playing with that line, he'd never know. Messing with Bones was just too fun sometimes and it was one of the few areas where he could still act like a kid without the worry of responsibility.

"Maybe I will."

He was expecting his best friend to keep on pushing and acting flippantly over the matter of drinks, "... Wonders will never cease." he muttered and screwed the top back onto his Georgia Moon rather forlornly.

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