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[divorce]

 That's not how you do that.

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[midwest]

And you're the expert here?

[ if anyone knows how to hotwire a fancy alien motorcycle, it's clearly jim. ]

[divorce]

I pay attention. [ he elbows jim out of the way. ] Simple biology, Jimboy. You see the aliens using their hands at all?

[smartass_captain]

I'll mix whatever the hell I want, Bones.

[Do not let him do that when he's in one of These Moods.]

[divorce]

Uh huh. [ sometimes it's not worth the argument. he grabs the bottle from the counter before jim can stop him--not like jim could, the state he's in. ] How 'bout I keep this over here until you tell me what's going on?

[smartass_captain]

[His reflexes are very impaired right now, this is true. How much has he had? Enough to give him that slightly dazed look that takes a bit of the edge off the glare he's shooting his best friend's way.]

Don't start this shit. Gimme my drink.

[Because that worked all those times Bones told Jim the same thing back at the Academy when he was still raw from his divorce. Except it didn't.]

It's not important, okay?

[divorce]

If it's not important, you shouldn't have any problem getting it off your chest. [ he finds himself a glass and sits down across from jim, pouring himself a generous drink. his look says he's willing to say here all night if he has to. ]

Was it Spock? [ he's only half-joking. ]

[smartass_captain]

[Jim can lie through his teeth when he's trying to. It's almost funny how terrible of a liar he is the rest of the time. Leonard can see Jim visibly bristle like a cat who's been sprayed with water and he knows he's hit paydirt.]

No. Wh--yes, actually. You happy now?

[He glares hatefully down at his own glass.]

He benched me off my own goddamn mission, Bones. In front of the entire fucking crew.