losthunter | Dancing, Drinks and Drag ((Jim, Verity)

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Dancing, Drinks and Drag ((Jim, Verity)

Hunter has been looking forward to this night for a long time. He has a table booked at his favorite Drag bar. He is looking forward to dressing up, and enjoying a few drinks with two of his favorite people. And he is sure that both Jim and Verity will enjoy a night out on the town.

Right now, Hunter is waiting in his New York apartment, where he is going to meet up with both Jim and Verity. It is the best place to get together, before heading out to the bar. Both Jim and Verity know his PINpoint coordinates. And besides, they don't have to navigate the Drag bar trying to find Hunter.

Tonight, Hunter is wearing a long gold dress. It is designed to show off his arms. And has a long exposed back. The look is completed with an elaborate head piece and deep, rich make-up that flatters his whole look.

He is excited to have Jim and Verity show up and to see their outfits.

[recommending a post order of Hunter/Jim/Verity]

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It's part of the tragic tale that's being saved for later, but Jim can't see the harm in mentioning this part of it. He hasn't told Hunter the details yet either. "There was a Romulan ship attacking Vulcan with a mining drill platform that extended from orbit down into the upper atmosphere. The energy beam was scrambling our long-range communications and transporter tech, and the Romulan commander had demanded that Adm- Captain Pike," he corrects himself mid-word, "come over to their ship by shuttlecraft, so he dropped me, Sulu, and Olson halfway with explosives to disable the drill. Things... didn't go well and we had to improvise."

He drains his wine glass, and shakes his head in response to her question. "Fine by me."

The harm in telling Verity part of a story is that she'll want the rest. (It's a mouse and cookie situation.) The fact the part he's telling doesn't make sense to her doesn't help. And considering where she's from--or maybe because of it--being confused by science is not a good thing in her book. It almost always means someone was doing something they shouldn't and 'accidentally' endangering everything.

So she's not going to ask. Not tonight.

"C'mon then, get together." She motions for them to get closer and pulls out her phone while they pose themselves. "Say 'cheese'."

Hunter has no problems with getting closer to Jim, sitting nice and close to him. "Cheese."

Fortunately for everyone, Hunter has recently introduced Jim to twenty-first century picture-taking customs, so he doesn't have to ask what cheese has to do with anything. He grins, throwing an arm around Hunter's waist. "Are we gonna be able to get copies later?"

She takes a half-step back to get a better picture, the two of them with some roses in the background. It should be lovely.

Click.

"Sure. Print or digital?"

"I would prefer print version." Hunter likes the sensation of photo paper in his hands.

"Print's probably less messy," Jim agrees. "I don't know how well digital formats would convert. It's a little outdated for the twenty-third century, but I collect books, so they shouldn't stand out."

"I'll make sure to bring printouts next time I'll be seeing you," she promises. She clicks another photo before pocketing her phone again. "So what do you 23rd-century folk use to document every moment of your lives instead of smartphones and social media?"

Hunter offers both Verity and Jim an arm each, so he can take them downstairs to the car that should be arriving shortly. They can continue their conversation as they head down there.

And yes, he splurged for a limo service for them tonight.

Jim accepts the offered arm, smiling at Hunter before answering Verity's question. "In Starfleet, we do audio logs, mostly. Earth still has social media, it just hasn't really spread off the planet. Subspace network doesn't really support it." And then, because he's curious and hasn't heard the term before, "What makes a phone smart? Does it have an artificial intelligence?" That sounds too advanced to be true.

Hunter can be such a showoff. Ver also accepts his arm, though at some point she's sure she should step up and be the 'man' in the situation. After all, isn't that the point?

"Ah. Yeah, wifi can be unpredictable. They're 'smart' because they're little computers." When they get to a door, she steps forward to open it for them with a tip of her hat. "Ladies."

"Thank you, good sir." Hunter winks at Verity, as he passes through the door. The chauffeur holds the door of the limo open for all three of them. There is some champagne chilled in the back of a limo. And also a sparkling water option.

Hunter makes himself comfortable on one of the seats. It has been a while since he had sat in the back of one of these types of cars.

Verity's answer makes sense, in a way. As long as he keeps in mind just how ancient of technology they're discussing. He tilts his head to the side, considering that. "So are older telephones called dumbphones?" It seems like a logical extrapolation to him.

Jim has clearly done something like this before, because he has the presence of mind to gather up the skirt of his dress as he gets in, so he doesn't sit on it weirdly. "This car is nice," he says, a little surprised by the accommodations inside. Drinks were definitely not something he'd expected to find in the back of a vehicle like this.

The question gets a laugh from her and Ver has to admit, "I think everyone's called their phone dumb sometimes. But no, I think they're just phones. Or old."

Hunter gets a smirk. "Oh, is that what I'm supposed to be?"

She makes sure the door is shut firm and locked before she joins them in the limo. This gives them time to get their skirts arranged, too. Once everyone's settled she nudges Hunter's leg with a foot. Friendly teasing. "Very nice. And drinks? What's your pleasure?"

Once they get settled, the chauffeur heads out towards their destination. He doesn't even have to bother them with an address, since that was already detailed to the company beforehand.

"I will have champagne, please." Hunter smiles at Verity's teasing.

"Me too, thanks," Jim agrees. He's looking around curiously at the interior of the limo, fairly unfamiliar with the style. He has noticed that Hunter is fairly comfortable in his seat, so this must not be his first time.

He's not sure how much the driver can hear, so he doesn't ask the questions he really wants to ask, out of caution that it'll mark him as peculiarly out of touch with this level of technology. So instead he asks, "So stretching a car out makes it fancier?"

Ver's not too familiar with limos, but she has a vague idea how it's supposed to work. And they're so comfy. She settles back in her seat and focuses on opening the champagne properly--with a hiss, not a bang.

Jim's question gets a smile from her, this one touched with a hint of wistfulness. What sort of utopia is he from that he doesn't understand these things? "Don't tell me people don't believe bigger is always better where you're from?"

"There are some stretch cars out there that have their own little Jacuzzi tubs." Hunter notes softly to Jim.

"One can always find something bigger, if they have the money to spend." He winks slightly.

Jim can't quite help a chuckle. "Hey, there's a difference between bigger and just longer," he says with a grin. "Besides, it's not just the size, it's how you use it, or so I've heard."

Hunter's comment gets a slightly confused look from him. "That sounds... really messy." He rather doubts that a luxury vehicle like this has a sufficiently water-repellent interior, though he's not exactly an expert on this era, so he could be wrong.

Aside from the eyebrows flicking up, Verity does a pretty good job hiding her initial embarrassment at Jim's teasing. "I'll let you two figure that out, just wait until after I've left, please."

Jim isn't the only one who thinks that's messy. Ver's nose wrinkles up when she thinks about it. "Why would anyone want to take a bath in a moving car? That seems like the opposite of relaxing."

Hunter has to chuckle at both reactions from Verity and Jim. "There are a few people who enjoy having a little Jacuzzi party, while they are touring the town. I don't get it either."

He glances outside to the New York streets outside. "We are close to our destination."

Soon, the car pulls up to the Lips restaurant front. The front entrance seems ordinary, with just a black awning over the door and a pair of lips as the logo. However, there is a long line of anxious drag queens and other guests who are waiting to get in.

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It's more reflex on Jim's part than anything else, so he just laughs a little at Verity's comment. "No problem."

Jim peers out the window at their destination, noting the crowd outside. "Looks pretty popular."

That was a short ride, barely time to enjoy the champagne. Ver supposes that's the point of decadence.

Her eyes widen slightly when she sees the crowds. It's not her favorite thing and she needs a sec to remind herself she can handle it. Because she can totally handle it, and anyway, Hunter's putting himself in a vulnerable position and is counting on her to back him up if there's trouble. Jim she figures can handle himself, but she'll back him up too.

"Ready to make everyone jealous?" She gives them both a faint smile before she climbs out of the car, stepping aside and turning to offer them each a hand out. All gentlemanly.

Hunter downs the rest of his champagne, noting the size of the crowd outside. He had expected a bit of a crowd. But it is a little longer than what he had expected. So he is a little nervous.

He is glad that Verity and Jim are here for him. And smiles when Verity climbs out of the car, and offers them a hand. Hunter gathers his nerve and takes the offered hand first, to slide out of the limo.

There is a few appreciative woots and whistles from the crowd. It makes him blush. "Thank you darling" He moves out of the way, so Verity can have the same honor of helping Jim out of the car.

Jim can never waste any food or drink once it's been put in front of him, so he too drains his glass. Unlike the other two, Jim has no fear of the crowd, especially since he knows there won't be any reporters lurking around to harass him. No one knows him here, and it's oddly freeing to consider that.

He watches Hunter exit the car, and the response he gets from the crowd in doing so. He's seen this kind of chivalrous gesture in some of the movies he's seen with Hunter, so he follows the same tradition without hesitation, taking Verity's hand and letting her help him out, until he's steady on his feet. "Thanks," he says, smiling at her.

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