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[totallytrustworthy]

"Chloe here--

seriously, I'm not, though. And you should probably stop falling for that. Leave a message."


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[sickbays]

If you like, I can always call you Miss Frazer. [Because years of following Starfleet protocol will do that to you. But the Southern gentleman in him can never kick the "sweetheart" pet name to the curb. That's part of who he is.]

[He chuckle a bit at the poison comment.] I'll let you have the first sip just to be sure.

[totallytrustworthy]

Oh god. Call me that and I'll feel older than I am already: pass. [But it's good-natured humor, punctuated by an easy laugh. Probably one of the few genuine things about her at this point.]

See, it's nice to know you're catching on. I'll make sure it's a long one. Keep your mind at ease and all that.

[sickbays]

[McCoy snorts lightly. He'll remember that next time he wants to get on Ms. Frazer's nerves.]

'ppreciate it. [No one who is going to poison someone would ever tell them about it, he's not the least bit worried. Besides, he'd never turn down a chance to drink with a woman like her.]

Just make sure whatever you get isn't any of that synthehol shit, if that have that here. [He's got a good hangover cure, don't worry.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Please. I might go about tripping doctors in hospitals but I at least have some class.

[No thief capable of lifting anything would settle for synth.]

[sickbays]

[McCoy lets out a breathless chuckle.] Thank god for that. That shit's got no bite to it.

So, should I call you or will you call me?