Making Good on IOUs [for losthunter]

[boldygoing]

True to his word, about five days after Jim's first venture into the Nexus, he finds the time to send a message to Hunter's PINpoint via his own version of the gizmo, an attachment he's hardwired into his standard-issue communicator.

Hey handsome. Enterprise in port for minor repairs. You free this evening? -Cpt. JTK

He sure hopes so. It's been a long day, and he'd love the chance to relax with a friend. Bones and Spock are both busy with personal business, but that's just fine with him, since he owes the friendly neighborhood artist a night at a bar someplace.


[[OOC: Image link to replace broken one below: Jim's civilian outfit]

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[losthunter]

Hunter puts it back on the table after taking his taste. He doesn't want to loose too much about his sense. Especially tonight.

"I can understand that. We have a President who is talking about banning anything that is not American-made right now."

[boldygoing]

Jim takes possession of the ale again, though he's only sipping it slowly, giving himself enough time to metabolize it instead of getting blitzed. It's a far cry from how he would've behaved if he'd had access to the stuff pre-Starfleet. Responsibility is a hell of a drug.

"Anything? Even stuff your allies make?"

[losthunter]

"Even our allies. He has implemented negotiations on NAFTA. A trade agreement with one of our biggest allies."

Hunter returns to his beer. "I have not seen so many protests or rallies held in the first 90 days of a president being elected to office."

[boldygoing]

"Wow, what an idiot." Maybe that's a bit blunt of him, but he still has an annoying tendency to speak his mind, sometimes without thinking first.

But he can tell that this has the potential to be a depressing topic, so he nudges his shoulder against Hunter's. "You wanna talk about it, or put politics aside for a bit?"

[losthunter]

"I don't want to spend my evening dwelling on an idiot," Hunter moves one of his hands to place it on Jim's knee. "When I have a handsome man at my side."

[boldygoing]

"Glad we're on the same page then," Jim says, giving him a brilliant grin. He's a little buzzed, cheeks flushing red as the alcohol hits his system, and it's so easy to ignore all the annoying diplomatic troubles of the galaxy - or twenty-first century America, apparently - in favor of focusing on the company instead.

"So," he says, casually moving one hand to rest on top of Hunter's. "Besides the art, what do you do for fun? Got any hobbies?"

[losthunter]

Hunter entwines his fingers with Jim's. "I play music. Guitar. And I also work on motorbikes. I built my own custom bike."

"And I have been going to a few gay bars with my best friend for karaoke night."

[boldygoing]

Jim already looks interested at the mention of guitar, but those brilliant blue eyes light the fuck up when Hunter mentions motorcycles. "Oh man, I haven't been able to ride since I enlisted."

[losthunter]

"We should go for a ride together then."

[boldygoing]

Jim laughs, though it's certainly not in mockery of the idea. "Maybe when we haven't been drinking," he points out with a teasing grin.

[losthunter]

"Heck no. Not now..." Hunter has to laugh too. "I am a responsible driver. Plus, wouldn't want anything to happen to the bike."

[boldygoing]

Jim's smile is a fond one, thinking back to that last ride of his. "I had this beautiful hoverbike, myself. 2248 Monoceros Limited, no bells and whistles, just raw power and grace. My last time riding her, I was kinda hungover. Might've still been a bit drunk. 'Responsible driver' wasn't really my thing back then."

[losthunter]

"Hoverbikes. Now that sounds really cool." Those type of things only exist in movies in his timeline.

[boldygoing]

"Oh yeah, she was a sweet ride. I gave her away when I got on the shuttle to go to the Academy. Figured I couldn't take her with me to San Francisco, and there's not a lot of room for riding on a starship."

[losthunter]

"I wonder if there is much difference between how it feels to ride a hoverbike, to a motorbike?"

[boldygoing]

Ah, now that, he knows the answer to. "It's a little smoother, but other than that, there's not much difference. More safety features in a hoverbike, though."

[losthunter]

"I had the opportunity to explore a bit of back roads of America, on the back of my bike. I think I would miss that vibration of the road underneath me."

[boldygoing]

"There aren't a lot of antique rubber-tire vehicles around anymore," Jim says, and then gets a look on his face that is simultaneously proud yet slightly sheepish. "Ever driven a Corvette?"

[losthunter]

"Yes." Hunter decides to take a drink of his beer right now. He doesn't like to talk about his 'rich' lifestyle.

[boldygoing]

Welp, apparently he's stuck his nose in something sensitive. Everybody has their sensitive spots, and Jim's just lucky people don't tend to hit his, outside the whole famous Dad thing. "Is it better or worse if I tell you I totaled the one I drove?" he asks, hoping maybe it's a personal thing, rather than a vendetta against cars in general.

[losthunter]

Hunter has to chuckle lightly at that statement. They are not going into the backstory to Hunter's own experiences. And he can appreciate Jim's attempt at providing some levity.

"How did you manage that?"

[boldygoing]

Emboldened by the fact that Hunter doesn't mind talking about Jim driving, he takes another sip of his bright blue ale. "It was kind of a petty revenge thing. I was ten years old, and I overheard my jerk of a stepdad making plans to sell my dad's car. It wasn't even his, and I got pretty mad about it, so I took it for a joyride and drove it straight into the quarry. Jumped out before it went over, of course. The look on Frank's face when the cops brought me home was great. I've never seen a human face so purple before."

[losthunter]

"Oh Wow. That is so 'Dukes of Hazards' of you." Hunter has to laugh again.

[boldygoing]

Jim cocks his head to the side, puzzled. "The Dukes of where?" He's never heard of a country called Hazard. Nor heard anything about their royal family driving antiques into quarries.

[losthunter]

"It is an old TV show, about two cousins, whose last name are Duke. They had this famous car, that they would drive around in, get into trouble, speed out of it, and usually have to flip the car over something."

[bed time]