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Somewhat? I'm surprised he didnae wet himself [Woe betide the drunk who persistently hits on a clearly uninterested Uhura]

I don't know, he might have. [It's always an adventure with their crew. Never more so than bar hopping with Scotty though.]

and you were laughing!

Me? [Have a look of wide-eyed innocence. ~~It's not a very convincing one~~]

[Uhura isn't buying it.]

Yes. You. [But she is amused, so though she pretends to point a finger at him, there's a smirk hiding in her expression.]

I know that laugh anywhere, Montgomery Scott.

Caught red-handed [He affects a theatrically repentant expression] Don't know how I can ever make it up t'you.

You can find me one of those safe tribbles. [She was a sucker for the little furballs actually. And the few that they managed to keep from reproducing were a prized pet that was hard to get past regulations these days.]

You wouldn't be askin' me t'bend fleet regulations, now would you? [Says the owner of the distictly non-regulation still hidden in the depths of the engineering decks, in tones of mock surprise]

Of course not. [Considering the people she tends to spend time with, it's not the best idea that she's ever had. She'll risk it though.]

...but if you did just happen to see one that needed a good home..

Oh well that'd be different. Cannae have a defenseless wee tribble cast out intae the cold.

It would be heartless not to take care of the poor thing. I knew you'd feel the same way.

Well known animal lover, that's me [He raises his drink in an ironic little toast, grinning] Cheers.

[She takes a sip of her own.]

I've always wanted to ask- why a dog, Scotty? I mean, couldn't it have been anything?

Eh... [He gestures vaguely with his pint glass and shrugs] Seemed like a good idea at the time? Y'know, like everythin' really stupid does.

Say no more. I understand that much, at least. [Uhura reaches out to give his arm a consoling rub.]

Here's to making mistakes. [This time, her drink goes bottoms up]

I'll drink t'that [He raises his glass to her and knocks what's left in it back in a smooth, practiced motion] Next one's mine, I think. What're y'havin'?

Another firecloud. [Which is sort of like a cinnamon gin and tonic, there was something about the red that Uhura quite liked.]

[He flags the bartender down with the casual ease of the seasoned drinker] Another firecloud, an' a-- what's the blue one wi' the sparkly bits in it? One'a those.

See, that's the best part of drinking with you. It's not all some kind of who can drink the hardest contest.

...before you say it, yes, I know you'd win.

Aye, well, I don't need t'prove anythin' [Wink] Sometimes a man just fancies a wee cocktail.

What else do you fancy here, Scotty? [Uhura looks around, self appointing herself as his wingman for the night.]

Wasnae really lookin', t'be honest [But the comment does have him automatically scoping out any prospects that may or may not be present]

You spend too much time with your head in the metaphorical schematics. Give me something here, any crushes on the ship?

[He laughs] I'll need a wee bit more t'drink before we start wi' that.

Well then, drink up. I don't want to have to pull out my intimidation routine twice tonight.

Aye sir [He tosses off a salute and takes a large gulp of the sticky-sweet blue cocktail]

[She laughs at that, but also seems quite pleased.]

Now, give me a hint, at the very least.

Now let's be fair here, when you've been stranded on a deserted iceball for six months wi' only a rocky wee fella of indeterminate species for company - an' don't get me wrong, I love him dearly but he's no' my type - anyone y'lay eyes on who's the right species looks good. I was startin' t'forget what humans looked like for a wee while there.

I'm not judging. I haven't even gotten anything out of you yet. You could have told me you were in a committed relationship with Keenser and I would have been happy for you.

[a beat] So you're saying it's not anyone in particular so much as anyone in the right moment?

'Spose that is what I'm sayin' more or less. I'm no' really after anyone, but I probably wouldnae turn down any offers that came my way.

[Uhura catches up with Scotty by finishing up her drink.] That's tempting.

[Eyebrow. He's not entirely sure what you just said to him and he's choosing to remain noncommittal until its safe to do otherwise]

...sometimes I think, well, I might as well be single right now. I don't even know why I'm saying anything. [She toys with her glass, tempted to order another.]

Intimidating? You?! Come on, I'd hardly call you intimidating. [ Kirk smiled, and he was a little confused by Uhura's comment. ]

No? What would you call me, then?

[He blinks and, after considering her silently for a moment, makes a "keep 'em coming" sort of gesture at the bartender. Another couple of drinks are set down beside them] I thought you two were doin' alright.

Sometimes we are. [Settling back with her third drink, she sips it slowly.] It's been... really rough since Vulcan though. I don't know if things can be fixed anymore.

Aye, no wonder [He shakes his head, looking down into his glass] I can't even imagine...

Anything but intimidating, and I'm trying to figure out where you thought you were intimidating. Uhura, you are anything but intimidating. You are brilliant, yes, intimidating, no.

No. Neither can I. That's part of the problem. [Whether she's angry at herself, or at Spock, it doesn't seem to make a difference. Though it's only shown mildly at this point in time.]

[He touches her hand in a wordless gesture of support, giving a wan little half smile. After all, what can you really say in response to something like that?]

Flattery only gets you so far, Captain. [But she laughs anyway.]

[She smiles, both sad and grateful, turning her hand palm up to squeeze his lightly.]

You'll figure somethin' out. One way or the other.

I thought it normally got me everywhere. But, that still doesn't answer my question.

Remind me; what was it you wanted to know?