boredom

[full_of_wrath]

It's absolutely, utterly excruciating. Parties like these usually are. The men stand about and upright in full dress uniform, the planner was a little too stodgy to put out the Romulan Ale, and what passes for Earth's champagne these days is a poor comparison.

The man currently known as John Harrison stands at the outskirts of a small group of men, within eyesight of Admiral Marcus, letting the man see his presence, letting him see his good behaviour. It'd be unacceptable, apparently, for a Starfleet officer of his position not to attend this little soiree, so here he is, playing nice, at his captor's request. His eyes are fixed squarely on the left eyebrow of the pompous old windbag talking to him (his name is already forgotten) as he nods along in apparent agreement at appropriate intervals, slowly nursing his glass.

There are a few other young officers with him, a pair of girls and a nervous looking boy, equally trapped by the unending narrative of their superior officer. The others don't hide their bored dismay quite as well as he does. In the end, it'll probably be the girl who attracts Kirk's attention. She's pretty and her skirt is decoratively short, strawberry hair up in an elegant sweep, and Khan is glancing at her, considering how vapid her smile looks, not dreaming that someone might be about to swoop in and save them from being bored to death.

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[slapdash]

In actuality, it's the tall, miserable looking officer that brought Jim Kirk over. Walking up beside John he gives a polite nod and smile to the others around them before saying casually, "You look like being here is causing you physical pain. You realize that, right?"

[full_of_wrath]

Elsewhere in the room, Uhura loses a bet. John, however, looks down at Kirk with a scathing frown, while the Admiral sees someone else in the room he simply must go say hello to.

"Was that any of your business?"

No, his bad attitude isn't just reserved for his elders.

[slapdash]

Jim shrugs one shoulder, unfazed by the frown, "Most things aren't but you were broadcasting it pretty publicly so..."

[full_of_wrath]

"I'm being perfectly subtle."

Actually, he pauses, looks into his glass.

"I always look like this, no one here will take it personally."

[slapdash]

Jim makes a rude noise before taking a sip from his own glass.

"If that were true, more people would be trying to talk to you." Which is a great loss for them when the other man has a voice like that.

[full_of_wrath]

"If what I'm doing is making people avoid talking to me, that certainly isn't impetus to stop it."

He points out, arching an eyebrow at him in a way that could be mildly reminiscent of Spock.

[slapdash]

It does remind Kirk of Spock. Which really only encourages him.

"Not the most sociable of butterflies?"

[full_of_wrath]

"Not in the slightest."

He says, offloading his glass onto the nearest table.

"And now that I've paid my dues here, I think it's time that I fly off."

[slapdash]

Jim was amused by the other man's bluntness and decided to follow him, "Where to?"

[full_of_wrath]

"You're just coming along?"

Arching an eyebrow at him. The company isn't strictly appreciated, but nor is he going to chase him off just yet.

[slapdash]

Jim shrugs, knocking back the rest of his drink before discarding the glass on some random table they passed by, "Sure. Why not?"

[full_of_wrath]

"Because you don't know anything about me other than that I loathe social functions?"

Would be the rational reason.