fifth draft || [voice]

[kayeaton]

You know what this place could use? A nightclub.

Don't get me wrong, I like Good Spirits a lot, but you can't exactly go there for dinner and dancing. The pizzeria seems like it has room for musicians, but pizza's not exactly ritzy. Sometimes you just want to go somewhere nice and hear a good band, you know? Putting a Tex Beneke record on just isn't the same.

It wouldn't even have to be dance music all the time, either. Just some piano music, like--oh, what's his name--Chopin plays would be nice. We probably don't have enough musicians here to make a full-sized band anyway.

I'm not asking for the Stork Club here--Lord knows I wouldn't get in if I was--but there oughta be something else to do here at night. For the most part, this place is great, but it's kind of a one-horse town when it comes to entertainment.

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/realizes how many tages there are on this post to do /dies

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

[...He hit a nerve there. Poor Bones.]

I'm not surprised--so d'you go back much?

we love kay we love kay

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I spent the summer there with my daughter before I was activated for duty; it'll be another five years until I can go back. [ and that's being optimistic. ]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

[She gives a low whistle. That's a long damned time.]

I didn't know you had a daughter. What's her name?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Joanna.

[ his voice swells with pride. ]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Yeah? [The kind of tone he's got, she'll run with this topic as far away from the subject of her family as possible.] So what's she like?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

She's the sweetest, brightest little girl you'll ever meet. Cute as a button.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

I bet she is. [And even if she wasn't, Kay'd bet she was anyhow.] How old is she?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

She'd be eleven years old now.

[ which is depressing, since he can only envision her at nine years old. ]Or still nine. Depends how you wanna look at it.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

[So he'll next see her when she's fourteen? That's rough.]

She sounds like a great kid. D'you get to write to her much?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I write to her all the time.

[ even in luceti. ]

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

I'm sure it's nice to have that, at least. Seems like it'd be unbearable otherwise.

[Resisting the urge to write unsendable letters is a Herculean task here.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ McCoy decided to start writing the moment realized Starfleet wasn't going to come for him. ]

I miss her.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Can't blame you there.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ a pause. he doesn't really want to dwell on this and decides to change to subject back to something they are both comfortable with. ]

So, what do the general public think of your idea?

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Seems like they're for it. And since Sanji's offered the second floor of his bar, there's a place for it. Dunno how long it'll take to get a place up and running, but it seems like it's got a decent chance.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Wonderful. Is there anything I can do to help?

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Unless you can sing, I think the main thing so far is promising to show up opening night.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ Kay, you don't want Doctor McCoy (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpBZntlpIPo) to sing (http://hippocraticly.livejournal.com/6291.html). that's a bad idea. ]

I can do that.

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

I'm holding you to that now.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

You gonna use force if I get cold feet?

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Well, I was hoping I wouldn't have to, but...[She's five-eight to your six-one, Bones. "Force" might be a misnomer.] Yeah, I could take you if I had to.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ people shorter than Kay have been successful in getting him to do something he doesn't want to. she has a good chance. ]

I'll keep that in mind.