“Well that wasn’t exactly how I thought Valentine’s Day would go,” Jim Kirk said to his best friend, Leonard “Bones” McCoy.
“Yeah, yeah.” Bones smirked. “You expected to get laid at least two or three times.”
Jim shot him a look. “Once would have been enough. Who knew they would raid that club?”
“I did. Well, maybe not this exact night, but that club’s been crazy and asking for it for months. All that illegal shit going on there. Just be glad they didn’t lock us up and we’re leaving the station and able to go home.”
Jim sighed as they went through the double doors the Federation Police Department and back out to the fresh air. Sort of fresh air. There was a little bit of sewer smell drifting their way.
“I don’t think they arrested any patron except that dude in the back.”
“And its no wonder. I did say we should cross that place off our list.”
“The Federation’s done that for us now.” It was too bad too because Jim wore a red t-shirt and he looked good in red.
“I’m actually surprised you wanted to go to a club.” Bones turned at the end of the pathway toward Starfleet Academy and their dorm.
He shrugged. “I sorta thought you were seeing that Vulcan.”
“You know any others?” Bones snorted. “Maybe you do. After all you spent a summer there.”
“Hottest damn summer I ever spent.” Jim grinned. “In more ways than one, I might add.”
“Wish you wouldn’t.”
Jim laughed. “Anyway, I haven’t heard from him. Not since the last time.”
They turned to other subjects until they got to their dorm. There standing at the door was Spock holding a dozen red roses.
Jim smiled. “Are those for me?”
Spock arched a brow. He looked vaguely annoyed, no doubt from having stood outside waiting for who knew how long. “They are not for Doctor McCoy.”
“Awe, man, way to hurt me, Spock.” Bones rolled his eyes, went past the two of them, and into the dorm room.
“Been waiting long?”
“Long enough. I was about to leave.”
“Sorry. I was at the police station.”
“Do I wish to know?”
Jim smiled and took the roses. “Nope. But my Valentine’s Day just got a heckuva lot better. Your place?”
“Unless you intend to give the doctor a show…yes.”
“No shows.” He linked his arm with Spock’s. “Perhaps a private one for you. I’m wearing red silk briefs with pink hearts on them.”
Spock shook his head. “Of course you are.” He frowned. “You were not expecting me, why are you wearing—’
“Better not to ask.”
Spock sighed and led Jim away from the Academy campus and to his apartment. A very good Valentine’s Day for Jim.