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I'd say that if you spent the money, you get to pick, but aha... Still, I can go either way. Wining and dining? Chilling and grilling? Greasy take away?

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I feel somewhat obligated to make sure the man's money is properly spent.

The place I'm thinking of has good food and nice pool tables. How does that sound?

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Sounds excellent. Anything you want me to wear? I'll arrive with bells on if you'd like.

...Not literally, I don't have--er, I don't--

Sounds good.

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_{[ There's a laugh on his end. You were doing so well, Mal. ]}

Aw, and here I was hoping to make you jingle, just a little.

_{[ There's an inherent wink his voice, but Mal's comm would ping with the info on where to meet. ]}

Just come comfortable. It's two friends hanging out.

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[He tries. He tries.] On it. Casual date night it is.

[And lo and behold, comfy casual clothes--but still attractive enough to be out in public as a known model. And for a 'date'. No jingling, unfortunately. Scanning the room to find Kirk and get this little personal party started.]

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_{[ Kirk dressed as he usually did - jeans, a shirt, his jacket, though he gave over his foots for a pair of fashion sneakers. He didn't need much else to make himself look food, though he had taken to styling his hair the way Pam had at the Auction. What? He liked it.}

He spied Malcolm and shot him a grin from across the room, waving as he eased through the light crowd and up to Malcolm, clapping his shoulder in greeting. ]

Glad you found the place! You ordered yet?

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[He grins, glad he's not too early or late.] Literally just walked in the door, so no, nothing yet. Got any suggestions?

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Something fancy to start. Like I said, I feel we should at least spend some of the money.

_{[ He grinned and took out the card the money had been loaded onto and went to the bar to get the bar tender's attention. ]}

What do you think? A shot and then some of the top shelf stuff to keep for a bit while we play? You hungry?

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Let's just skip straight to the top shelf. And something to munch on, to keep us from drooling all over the felt too early in the evening.

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_{[ That gets a short bark of laughter, Kirk ordering them tall glasses of good whiskey, holding one out to Malcolm. ]}

They have menus in the tables, we can order there.

_{[ He sipped his drink and made for the back of the bar where the pool tables were, glad that the scene was fairly quiet and it was easy to snag one and a nearby table, tapping up the food menu. ]}

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[Something dry so they don't muck up the sticks would be good. Malcolm idly looks over the menu, setting his glass aside.] It's been quite some time since I've played. Hopefully I'm not abysmal.

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Somehow I really doubt you will be. You'd disappoint any fans that are watching.

_{[ He smirked at him, picking out a burger for himself. He was a simple lad at heart, and there was nothing like a good burger. It was pricey, sure, but hey wasn't really his dime was it? ]}

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Don't even start with that. Maybe I don't do well under pressure, hm?

[Don't be silly, of course he does well under pressure. He also does well not under pressure, but hey, who's counting?]

The geometry's simple enough, it's just the execution that's the hard part.

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Well, considering your job before you got here, and your job now - I doubt that too.

I guess we'll see. I'd say loser buys next round, but...

_{[ He shrugged, going to the pool table and swiping the chit card to make it release the balls and racked them up. ]}

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But you have that more than covered. Thankfully. [Because they might blow through a lot. They might not even have to make an effort. Depending on how much they decide to indulge.] I'll let you take first shot.

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_{[ Perfectly true, and it wasn't like Kirk had an issue with that. Good booze, plenty of pool, or if they chose to go do something else. The chit had more than enough cash on it. ]}

How generous of you.

_{[ He took the cue ball and set it at a starting point, hitting it and blowing out the triangle of balls, though none sank in. Still, nice array, not a bad start. ]}

Did you do things like this with your captain? You know, just hang out and have a drink?

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Not play pool, no. [He makes a small scoffing noise, observing the balls.] I am occasionally familiar with him on a more social level, but at his request, for the most part. He's still my captain, after all.

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Hmm, yeah, I know. But I guess I've always felt that captains should know their crew, on personal levels. I mean, when you're out there, they're all you have to rely on. They're your family.

_{[ That was how he felt anyways. His CMO was his best friend, and Spock had somehow worked his way into the family too. Everyone on that command deck was important to him. Everyone on that ship was. ]}

Besides, when you're off duty rank shouldn't be as much of an issue, right?

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Believe me, he made an effort. I've definitely relaxed about it over the years, but I don't exactly spend evening watching water polo with him drinking beers. He made a point early on to have what was supposed to be casual breakfasts with every crewmember, getting to know them personally.

[The last time he did anything purely social with the captain was...maybe the post successful war game meeting? Did that even count? He lines up a shot at a striped ball hovering near the edge of a side pocket and tips it in.]

You may have noticed that I'm not the warmest, fuzziest, nor easiest person to get to know.

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Those adjectives had crossed my mind.

_{[ He leaned back against the table, sipping his drink as he watched the ball sink in, already calculating his own shot, though it wasn't worth it since Mal would get to go again. ]}

But you're not so bad, really.

... And water polo, huh?

_{[ He's smirking at you Mal, one eyebrow up. ]}

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You should've seen me when it was our first year out or so. Nervous wreck in any unofficial capacity.

[There's really no good shot to take, so he'll have to settle for trying to nudge a solid at a stripe and call it a day. And he'll order a plate of appetizer finger foods when he's done.]

Apparently water polo was the captain's sport of choice. Played it in college.

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Really? I don't know, I have a hard time seeing it.

_{[ He took up his stick and wandered around the table, trying to find the best angle to work with. He leaned over, biting his lip in concentration briefly before taking his shot, smiling as he got a solid ball in. ]}

Oh, that makes more sense. Did you play sports before getting into the Fleet?

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Thinly veiled sarcasm will get you nowhere, captain. [See, it's funny, because he's hanging out casually with a Starfleet captain?]

Mm, no, I was never into sports. Never followed any, never really played any.

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Not even captain of the chess club?

<sub>[ All right, he's teasing you now, but come on, you opened this flood gate.

He missed his second shot, sitting back and motioning for Mal to take his turn. ]</sub>

So what did you do before Fleet?

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...Schooling? I basically took the first moment of freedom I could and went straight to knocking on Starfleet's door. It was rather like university in that way. [Hm, give him a moment, there might not be any immediate good shot at first glance.]