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“I am not going to allow that.” Sulu spoke, his eyes shut as he leaned over the table, his thumb and index finger settled on the bridge of his nose as the rest of the table erupted into snickers. Spock raised an eyebrow in defiance.
“On what grounds are you protesting my decision?” he asked, gaze flicking to his left as Jim wheezed next to him, a hand coming down to rest upon his thigh as he attempted to muffle his laughter into Spock’s side. “Clearly you are failing to deploy logic as to my intentions of such a suggestion.” Jim’s fingers tightened as he let out a half choked snort; their bond flaring to life as images flashed of an alternative scenario that they could try later that night. Spock reached down, pressing two fingers against Jim’s hand. Across the table, Bones took a long sip from his glass of Vulcan Brandy as everyone else copied them.
“The logic of it is-” Sulu started, raising his glass of Romulan Ale to his lips and taking a quick sip, “is that it’s illogical and frankly unsettling that you would suggest it.”
“I fail to see how-” Spock begins, intent to stare down the former helmsman now captain and continue to debate the ethics surrounding the suggestion
“Oh my god.” Nyota groaned, folding her arms on the table and laying her head down as she continued to laugh, Jim attempted to right himself, reaching for Spock’s half drank Chocolate Daiquiri and pushing it closer towards his husband. Spock accepted and took a sip.
“Karu, please.” Chekov groaned, eyes closed as he slumped into his chair, neck bent and facing the ceiling as he whined, “Just let him do it.” he pleaded.
“Fine,” Sulu responded, not even bothering to look at anyone, he picked up the abandoned PADD and skimmed over a few lines ahead and sighed. “Alright, Spock,” he said, voice dejected as he set the PADD back on the stand and reached for the D20 dice and passed it to Jim to give to Spock. “Role for effectiveness.”
“Thank you, Sulu.” Spock replied, allowing Jim to drop the dice into his hand, but not before stretching his fingers up and running them down the length of his wrist.
“I’m going to be sick.” Scotty complained, reaching for his drink and taking a long swig. Bones leaned over and gently clasped him on the back as he took a swig from his glass, the liquid now gone. Scotty went to set his down and Bones took it from him, taking a sip from it and scrunching his nose.
“Good god, Scotty,” Bones gasped as he set the drink down, pushing it away with a knuckle back to the engineer. “What is that?” he asked, reaching for the bottle of brandy that Jim wordlessly held out to him.
Scotty laughed, reaching for the glass and taking another drink, “Well…” he began, grimacing as he took a whiff, “Well it’s green.” he said with a chuckle.
“I concur with Scott.” Spock spoke up, fingers still wrapped around the dice, “The drink is Green.” Bones shot him a glare as Sulu sighed.
“Just roll, Spock.” He pleaded. The Vulcan diverted his gaze to look at Sulu out of the corner of his eye before shaking his fist and releasing the dice from captivity.
The table erupted into laughter as Spock peered at the number, face blank but Jim could see every emotion etched into his features.
A one.
Critical Fail.
Jim’s laughter was muffled by the fabric of Spock’s shirt as he leaned into him as Sulu pumped the air in victory.
“Tough break, Spock.” he said in between laughter, “Your intergalactic monk instead receives a deduction of-” Sulu pauses, rolling a d12 and glancing at the outcome and then back to his PADD. “several health points along with a reduced attack damage for 3 turns.”
Jim straightened up, balancing his weight on the table as he looked over at Sulu, “Can I-” he began, schooling his face into one of innocence.
“No.” Sulu replied before he could say anything more on the matter. Jim pouted, reaching for his drink and taking a sip.