Title: Puppy Dog Eyes
Setting: Star Trek 2009
Note: A very quickly dashed off, un-betaed moment of silliness. Have I mentioned un-betaed yet? And silly? XD From yahtzee63's Drabble on the Edge of Forever challenge. =)
Prompt: Kirk and Chekov, woe

"Hello, beautiful!" He croons out the words the same way he always does, because really there's only one single best way to express appreciation and if there's one thing Kirk's had a lot of practice with, it's just that. The woman laughs at him and shakes her head, shaking an admonishing finger at him and Kirk grins back charmingly, entirely unafraid to waggle his eyebrows at her in a distinctly un-suave way. The woman rejoins some of her friends, nudging one of them to look in Kirk's direction and all he can think is "Score!" as the two lean on each other and give him long, considering looks. A third joins the staring game and mouths a word that is very definitely all sorts of illegal to be mouthing in public and-

"Keptin?"

"Huh?"

"Vhat vas that voman saying?"

"...uuuh..."

Uhura is glaring at him and Spock is doing the disapproving loom thing and all a woeful Kirk can think - as everyone around them laughs and talks loudly and generally has fun - is that he's been stuck with the two worse sourpusses this side of creation. And dammit, Chekov is just looking at him again, all puppy dog innocence and big soulful eyes and Kirk gives in with a sigh of resignation, slapping his drink in Spock's waiting hand and gifting Uhura with a sullen glare. 'Fine, I'll behave dammit' he mouths over Chekov's head before slouching against a wall and offering the younger (youngest ever?) officer ever in the entire history of Star Fleet a weak grin and a distinct lack of explanation. He diverts the conversation by asking where Sulu is and Chekov bounces (what, is the kid made of rubber or something?) and offers to go look for him, scampering off before Kirk can do even more than nod vaguely at the offer.

Bones leans on his other side, laughing like a loon and Kirk reflects that he really, really needs to find friends who won't laugh at him like that all the time. Dammit. He glares sullenly at his guard dogs, resigned to an evening all on his lonesome once the party is over and wonders what he's done to deserve such a horrible fate. Stupid ambassadorial parties with their stupid early morning luncheons the next day, he thinks uncharitably. And wonders if he might be able to commit ritual suicide on his fork at breakfast, just to mess up whatever it is Uhura and Spock have planned.

Uhura smirks suddenly and Spock does that other minuscule quirk of the eyebrow which means he's laughing his ass off at someone (usually Kirk) and Bones is sliding to the ground slowly, laughing even harder. Kirk eyes the doctor critically, then uncharitably hopes he strains a muscle. Preferably somewhere embarrassing.

"We replaced the utensils with the delegation's traditional tableware. Just so you know."

And that was why Uhura was smirking.

"Dammit. I hate you all."

It's really hard to commit ritual suicide with saucers the size of Iowa.

~*~

"Dammit. I hate you!"

"I told you so!" Sulu smirks at the gathered waiters and holds his hand out imperiously, collecting the fruit of his hard work while humming cheerfully.

"Vell? How much did ve make?" The cheerful question is followed by an even more cheerful Chekov bouncing out of a Jeffries tube, making Sulu yet again wonder if the kid doesn't have rubber bands somewhere in his ancestry. The younger man lands neatly right next to him and they both beam smugly at their victims.

"Bastards. The both of you." The grumble is good-natured enough. Maybe even a touch impressed.

"Hey! I warned you the kid was good!"

"Yeah, but c'mon! That was KIRK we were talking about! He's like, the doggest dog that ever dogged when it comes to sex!"

Sulu collects their earnings and hands them over to a still bouncing Chekov, then claps a hand on one of the waiters' shoulder, smiling genially at all of them.

"All it takes is one look in those puppy dog eyes of his, and the whole bridge crew folds. Kirk never stood a chance."

Chekov grins then demonstrates, drawing impressed murmurs from their audience.

It's not good to sound so smug and Sulu knows there'll be hell to pay when Kirk figures out the game, but until then, he plans to make the most of it. Chekov nudges him and nods towards the hallway, then waits until the losers of the bet are gone to let him know that he stopped to talk to some very pretty "vomen" the captain had been flirting with earlier before heading over to see how much they'd won. Sulu laughs and shakes his head at the Russian's shamelessness and follows Chekov to be introduced, not at all surprised at that particular development of the evening.

Oh yeah. When Kirk figures it all out, they are totally, utterly dead.

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