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"Hey!" Kirk yells across the crowded end of the bar at the figure sliding onto the empty stool three seats down. “I know you! You're that space pirate captain we found! We totally partied, like, a year ago!” He looks at Spock for confirmation.
Spock is starting to feel a little funny and wonders if the alcohol might actually be affecting him already? (Answer: no, he has already been drugged with something green.) He is too busy staring intently at the wall to help Kirk out.
A small and motley crowd, obviously the rest of the pirate crew, starts edging back out the door at Kirk's greeting.
“And then I arrested you,” Kirk continues nostalgically, seemingly unaware of the furtive sidling going on around him. “and lost a fuckton of money to Sulu about the existence of you guys. Actual space pirates! Who knew? So hey, nice to see you again! Let me buy you a drink.”
The pirate stares at him in terror, swears heartily, and hightails it.
Kirk pouts.