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[ddd; log; Jack]

Scotty hadn't yet had time that day to check the community; he'd been busy, which wasn't an unusual thing for him, and between one thing and another he'd not only managed to go nearly a whole day without checking up on the community, he'd also managed to go nearly a whole day without remembering to eat. The end of his shift found him tired, hungry, and once again covered in grease; the other day it had been helm relays and piston shafts, today it had been plasma conduits. Cleaning the things was a dull, tedious task, usually delegated to the rookies or anyone who'd been in a bit of trouble, but every now and then Scotty liked to make an example by doing those sorts of jobs himself.

After the plasma conduits it had been an on-going series of other small, menial tasks, but it was a welcome break from paperwork. Now, however, Scotty was off duty and on his way down to the mess hall to grab something to eat before heading back to his quarters. He'd almost made it to his destination when he happened to pass by someone who was both strangely familiar and not wearing a Starfleet uniform. He paused, and turned, and then it hit him. After the few video chats they'd had, he'd recognize that coat anywhere. "Captain?"

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Jack nodded. "Well, then, lead on, Scotty," he said, with a smile and a quirk of his head to the side, down the hall again. "You said that you would be offering drinks, and well. I don't know about my coat, but I could definitely use one right about now. Or...well, no," he said, shaking his head, "that's a lie. I'm not really sure one's going to be enough..." He chuckled, a bit bitterly, and raised a hand up to run through his hair, tiredly.

((Question! Would Scotty and Sulu's quarters be on the same deck, then? Or are they on separate ones?))

Edited 2010-12-21 18:39 (UTC)

"Lucky for you then I've got enough for more than one, aye?" Between the way he tended to stock up whenever the ship stopped off for shore leave, and the decidedly non-regulation still he had tucked away in Engineering, he had more than enough to spare - and of course, was willing to share. "Ah. You'll forgive the state o' my quarters, I hope. I don't spend much time in them."

They arrived quickly enough, and Scotty keyed in his own code; the door slid open to reveal quarters that looked extremely un-lived-in. There were a few personal effects here and there - a couple tech journals on a shelf, a few tools laying about - but otherwise the place was mostly empty. "An' if you don't mind me disappearin' about five minutes, I'll get you started with a drink an' get that sonic, aye?"

[[I don't remember exactly how it's set up, so I'm kind of making it up. XD I think they'd be on the same floor, though, just Scotty's in a section reserved for commanding officers. The NCOs are in a different section, and then the non-ranking crew in yet another section, if I remember correctly.]]

Jack nodded, musing at the fact that Scotty thought that this was anything bad. "Honestly, if you think that this is a bad state for the room to be in, you obviously haven't had to deal with anyone as cluttered as some of the people I've had to deal with, for one. But yeah," he said, gently shucking off his coat. "I don't mind. Go and get yourself cleaned up, then, soldier. I promise I won't let myself get too far ahead of you, while you're gone."

((Haha, alright. Thanks, I was just wondering more than anything else. :3 Trying to wrap my head around the layout of the ship, and all.))

"Right. Let me just go an' get you a drink, then." He had a small liquor cabinet tucked away in one corner, and he went to it, opening it up to dig around inside a bit. "Ever tried Saurian brandy?" He grabbed the bottle and two glasses, carrying them over his couch; he set one glass down and motioned for Jack to have a seat, before pouring for him. He handed it over, then excused himself, and returned about five minutes later looking as though he hadn't even thought about going down to the engine today.

Jack shook his head at Scotty's question, following him over to the couch and planting himself down on it at the other man's gesture, and reaching forward to take the glass, sipping it slowly as the other man headed off to his shower, an eyebrow raising at the kick it packed. Definitely a welcome brew, that was for sure.

As Sulu came back into the room, looking as clean as he could, Jack shook his head. "These are some good spirits you've got here, Scotty," he said, holding up his glass, which was still largely full--he had promised not to start ahead of him too much, after all. "It's still kind of a shame that you had to settle for the sonic there, and everything, but. Means you and I can get to drinking faster, which... Isn't really a problem with me, at the moment."

He settled down at the opposite end of the couch, pouring himself a glass before getting himself comfortable, tucking himself into the corner where the back of the couch met the arm. "Be flattered. I don't share this with just anybody," he answered, grinning at Jack over the rim of his glass. In truth, he'd picked the Saurian brandy because it was the strongest liquor he had on hand, and considering what was happening back on Jack's world, no doubt the man needed a good, stiff drink. "An' don't you worry about me settlin' for the sonic. If I really feel like I'm missin' out I can always make up for it later."

Jack chuckled. He did appreciate how strong the drink was. It sort of reminded him of hypervodka, in a way, only in brandy form. If that made sense at all, Jack wasn't exactly sure. "Well, then. Good thinking there, Scotty," he said. "You'll get the best of both worlds. Especially if we end up drinking enough for you to need a shower to sober yourself up, a little," he said, with a smirk. "I'll bet that those sonics of yours do absolutely nothing in that regard, am I right?"

"Got it in one. Fantastic for gettin' clean quickly, utterly useless at anything else, the sonics. Still, I don't imagine I'll be gettin' quite that pissed. Saurian brandy's got a kick tae it, aye, but I hold my drink pretty well."

Jack chuckled at Scotty. "You know, saying things like that might get yourself in a lot of trouble around me, some time. I might get it into my head later on to challenge you on that." Of course, that wouldn't be exactly fair, especially with Jack's different metabolism, both because of his 51st century body chemistry, and...well, his immortality thing. "Maybe sometime else, though," he said, sitting back in the couch, cradling his drink between his hands. He was going to enjoy this one, because god, did he need it in that moment.

"Aye, sometime else," Scotty agreed. As entertaining as a drinking match would be, now wasn't the time. A drinking match needed spectators and a pub setting and bets being placed on who the winner would be - none of which were available in Scotty's quarters. "Have tae warn you - been drinkin' since I was wee little thing." He laughed at that, and took a long, slow sip of his brandy, shaking his head. "Used tae get intae drinkin' matches all the time back at uni. Won, too. Most o' the time."

Jack chuckled at that. "Well, I might not have been drinking this since I was little, but... I've been drinking for quite a while now. I can more than hold my own in a challenge, that's for sure. This isn't hypervodka, for one, which...let me tell you, that stuff packs a kick," he said, shaking his head. "Don't think it'd really be fair, though. We haven't really had the time for me to take off and practice anything like that for a while, really..." Try nearly half a century, actually.

"Well, that's half the fun o' it, innit? You an' me, in some bar somewhere, an' there's scrawny little me challengin' you tae a drinkin' match, an' the other lads in the bar, now, they're thinkin' that this bloke must be off his rocker. No way he's goin' tae hold his own. Now. Not suggestin' that you can't hold your own, but I'd wager it'd be a close match." Grinning, he swirled his brandy around in the glass a moment or two before adding, "Hypervodka. You'll have tae let me try it sometime."

Jack shook his head, raising an eyebrow at the other man, smiling and chuckling at him. "You keep on thinking that, Scotty, and some day, maybe we'll actually test it out and see if you're as good as you say you are."

"And yeah, hypervodka. I...don't really have any on hand, but I'm going to try and brew some as well. ...when I get the recipe right, and am sure that drinking it isn't going to kill or harm anyone, I'll let you know," he said, shaking his head again and taking a big swallow of the brandy.

"If you need any help settin' up a still, I'm a fair hand at it," Scotty offered. "Been brewin' my own for years. My gran taught me. Got a recipe that's been in the family for centuries. Made with apples." He paused, considering, and amended, "Mostly apples. You think the Saurian brandy's got a bite, I ought tae brew you a batch o' that recipe."

Jack raised his glass in a salute. "You're on, then. As soon as I've got a Hub again, to hide something like the still in, I'm calling you up, and we're getting this started. Between your knowledge of that, and my knowledge of hypervodka, I'm sure we'll get something worked out between the pair of us."

He reached over to clink his glass against Jack's, nodding. "Tae brewin' a batch o' hypervodka, then. Might have tae sneak a few supplies over your way, too. Pipes an' that. Don't know that I'd trust twenty-first century materials on something with a name like hypervodka." If Jack had been anyone else, or more specifically, if he'd been anything but Torchwood, Scotty probably wouldn't have offered materials. Twenty-third century materials in the twenty-first could lead to just as many problems as anachronistic technology, but considering what Torchwood did, he figured he could trust Jack to keep the materials secret.

Jack made a face. "Alright, yeah. Fair enough point. I've gotten pretty messed up on the stuff, more than I have on other drinks ever. Granted, that was when I was younger, but. Who knows. I haven't been able to get my hands on hypervodka in years, really." To put it mildly, of course. He hadn't really seen a decent bottle of hypervodka since before he'd met the Doctor, which, chronologically for him, had been a very, very long time ago.

"Pity I can't help you when it comes tae gettin' the taste right. If I'd ever tried it, o' course, it'd be easy tae help, but..." He shrugged, and paused to take a drink, tapping his fingers against the side of the glass. "Ah well. We'll just have tae hope your memory's in good workin' order, aye? Or hope that Rift o' yours sees fit tae leave you a bottle o' the stuff. It'd make reverse-engineerin' the drink easier, that."

Jack cocked his head for a moment. Actually... "Hey, actually, y'know what?" he said, a broad grin spanning across his face, "I think I might actually have some. I got a bottle a little while back from...well, I don't think you'd call him a friend, more like an acquaintance. Anyway, he gave me a bottle or two. And I thought I had it all in the Hub, but. I might have some squared away in the storage, specifically for this reason."

"Well then! There you are. You're all set, practic'ly. Just need tae get your still set up an' you'll be good tae go." He grinned brightly, chuckling a bit. "You know, I've been brewin' the same things for so long. Bit o' experimentin', that'll be fun. Not--" He held up a hand. "Not that I'm tryin' tae command o' your project. Just a thought. I ought tae play around with my own brews, aye? Spice things up a bit."

Jack shook his head, chuckling as he drained his glass. "No, not at all. By all means, I could use the help of someone a lot more seasoned in the whole brewing process than me. I'm used to drinking the end product, not making the stuff myself. It'll be a learning process, if nothing else. And plus," he said, quirking a smile. "If we get it right, then you can have some, of course. For a rainy day, that is. Metaphorically speaking, at least."

Scotty leaned over to grab the bottle of brandy, refilling both Jack's glass and his own, chuckling again. "Now that's what I like tae hear. A reward for hard work, aye?" He raised his glass in salute and took a drink, then settled back against the couch again. He wasn't tipsy yet, but the brandy was pleasantly warming, and alcohol of any sort always made him relax. "'Fraid it'd have tae a metaphorical rainy day, 'round here. Not much in the way o' weather, on a starship."

Jack raised his glass in thanks to the refill, chuckling at the idea of literal rain on a ship. "Well, they do eventually start to imitate climates like that on ships, but. That's only in designated areas. Sort of like greenhouses, if you will. Still, though. No such thing as a real 'rainy day' on a spaceship, not literally, of course."

He took a sip, a big swallow of the alcohol, not really feeling the affect of it, but at least he could feel the burn as it went down. "...d'you miss it?" he asked, after a moment, knowing Scotty knew that he was talking about home even without mentioning it at all.

Scotty shrugged a bit, swirling the brandy around in his glass as he considered Jack's question. "Sometimes," he answered eventually, giving Jack a bit of a grin. "Sometimes. Never enough tae want tae go back, though. I do miss weather sometimes, I'll grant you, but..." He shook his head, his expression going a bit distant. "It's not enough. One planet, I mean. Not when you know how much more there is tae see an' do in the rest o' the galaxy."

Jack nodded. "I can understand missing the weather. I... I mean, there was one time where I was. I was stuck somewhere, somewhere I never would've ever wanted to be stuck, and. Aside from missing my team, missing the people I love, I... Yeah. I missed the rain. The sun." Jack swirled his drink in his hand, before taking a rather large swallow of it, obviously not a good memory that he's talking about.

"If you ever want to pop down to Cardiff to experience the elements, you're more than welcome. Can't say much about snow, but it rains nearly every other day. Sulu seemed to get a kick out of seeing the rain again, at least. Or so Ianto said, and y'know. I'm kind of inclined to believe him, considering how little he tells me about some things."

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