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If you don't know who the fuck you're trying to reach, then hang up the fucking phone. If not, leave a message. Try to make it snappy, will you?

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[ well, he's there now, looking as aggravated as he usual does. he sits down across the guy, eyebrows slightly raised in an expression of appraisal. ]

Sorry, I'm late.

I guess this means I owe you next time.

[He shrugs and nods over, and the bartender passes another beer over]

Yeah, you can buy the second round.

That depends on what they count as currency here. Otherwise, you're shit outta luck right now.

You haven't seen the rainbow-colored money?

[He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few coins]

I hear that a long time ago, they didn't have money at all. Everything was free. Then one day this shit rained down from the sky.

That's the kind of crap they pull around here all the fucking time.

You're kidding me.

[ but those are actual rainbow coins, holy shit. ]

Are out kidnappers children?

Not kids. But they have the same color palette.

[He pockets the cash again]

You left some cash last time you were here. Want it back?

[It's a true sign of friendship when Mr. Pink offers your money back]

Nah, keep 'em.

[ a sign of acceptance of that friendship that mccoy doesn't take it. ]

How long was I - gone? [ that's still weird to say. ] How long was I stuck here?

[A shrug - he speaks Bones well enough to know it's not an insult]

You were here, I don't know, eight months? Something like that. You've been gone about a year.

[He fumbles for a cigarette, lights it, takes a puff.]

Your friend - the good captain - he was here about ten minutes, but then he just took off again. The kid's been here a while.

Took off or got spit out, there's a difference.

[ jim wouldn't leave without the rest of them, not willingly. considering what he's done for the rest of them, he's 100% certain of that. ]

Chekov, you mean? The Russian kid? Seventeen months.

Can't say I know. He was out like a light. You, you just stuck. You liked it okay, sort of. You got along. Worked in the hospital, bitched that their shit was outdated, but whatever.

[He uses his cigarette to gesture]

Yeah, the Russian kid. He's a little perky for my tastes.

[ sounds typical of himself. liking it? that would probably most likely mean that mccoy's resigned himself to the fact that he'd never be able to leave, which is a depressing thought. ]

He's excitable, but he's good at what he does. One of the smartest in the ship, although I've always thought he was a bit too young to go up in space just yet.

[A shrug, and he offers a cigarette, even though he knows Bones doesn't smoke]

Yeah, sorry, all that space shit sounds like a big fucking crock, anyway. Who wants to die out there?

[ waves the smoke off with a shake of his head and a raised hand. ]

Crazy people that love it up there. I'll never understand 'em.

[A pause for consideration, hold on, hold on, hooooooold on.

He takes a drink]

Here's to the fucking crazies.

Jesus.

[ cheers, man. ]

No wonder I hung out with you.

[Aaaaaaaand epic bromance is back. Pink shrugs]

Shit, most of the people in this place are either kids or really fucking irritating. Except for Orange, that kid's a shit but at least he's a good conversationalist.

Damn shame.

So you've never stepped on space?

I'm from 1992. The only people who go in space are trained lunatics.

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