1. Kirk is talking to Admiral Komack on the bridge; Kirk's just been told he has to do basically a tv talk show interview:
"Kirk. Jenna is looking forward to interviewing you."
Kirk squinted a little and said cautiously, "Jenna?"
"The show host."
Kirk squirmed in his chair a little. "That wouldn't be Jenna Lane, by any chance?"
"Yes. I take it you've heard of her?"
Uhura snorted, then quickly turned it into a delicate cough.
Kirk ignored her shenanigans in favor of glaring at the Admiral.
"Something of the sort," he snapped. "Listen, that bitch- 'scuse me, that chick is as nutty as a fruitcake."
Komack raised his eyebrows again. "Not if it's my Great Aunt Mildred's fruitcake. No nuts in that cake."
"I'm sorry sir, but I hold my standards to Doctor McCoy's Great Grandmother Hattie's fruitcake, and I have to say her fruitcake has more nuts than even I know what to do with."
Komack blinked. Kirk blinked back, realized what he'd just said, and jumped back to the topic at hand.
2. K/S, more or less; drabble, nothing else to this, seems kinda complete as is:
"You suck."
"Excuse me?"
"I hate you."
"That is a lie."
"You-"
"Perhaps you would do me the pleasure of explaining the cause of your ire instead of insulting me."
"Fine. How come we can both run the same fucking obstacle course and you end up looking like you did when you started while I look like I just got my ass wiped by a pack of Klingons?"
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"Kirk. Jenna is looking forward to interviewing you."
Kirk squinted a little and said cautiously, "Jenna?"
"The show host."
Kirk squirmed in his chair a little. "That wouldn't be Jenna Lane, by any chance?"
"Yes. I take it you've heard of her?"
Uhura snorted, then quickly turned it into a delicate cough.
Kirk ignored her shenanigans in favor of glaring at the Admiral.
"Something of the sort," he snapped. "Listen, that bitch- 'scuse me, that chick is as nutty as a fruitcake."
Komack raised his eyebrows again. "Not if it's my Great Aunt Mildred's fruitcake. No nuts in that cake."
"I'm sorry sir, but I hold my standards to Doctor McCoy's Great Grandmother Hattie's fruitcake, and I have to say her fruitcake has more nuts than even I know what to do with."
Komack blinked. Kirk blinked back, realized what he'd just said, and jumped back to the topic at hand.
2. K/S, more or less; drabble, nothing else to this, seems kinda complete as is:
"You suck."
"Excuse me?"
"I hate you."
"That is a lie."
"You-"
"Perhaps you would do me the pleasure of explaining the cause of your ire instead of insulting me."
"Fine. How come we can both run the same fucking obstacle course and you end up looking like you did when you started while I look like I just got my ass wiped by a pack of Klingons?"
"Because you did?"
"I did not!"
"How would you describe what they did?"
"I- that- they- you suck!"