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....ugghhh....

Anyone got some aspirin? Or a gun, that'd work. I need something to put myself outta my misery.

Also? Could use somebody to tell me why anyone would ever keep doing this after the first time, because I do not know.

I seriously think I'm dying here.

Jimmy. [Long pause.] Jim. Captain. Whatever. My wellbeing is your problem, right? I think I'm gonna puke, come and hold my hair back.

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I'm calling you Jim because Jimmy ticks you off and I want you to come give me aspirin.

[And you will find Shego sprawled across her bed, still wearing her pyjamas and looking kinda like she's been hit by a truck full of booze.]

[Jim makes the mental note to point out to her that he'd give her aspirin if she called him Jimmy all the time because hangovers are no fun and he has a lot of sympathy for them.

He stops by the kitchen before he goes up to her room, grabbing a bottle of water, a banana and some toast, since he doesn't think she's up to the level of handling a burrito while hungover.

Kirk lets himself into her room, arching an eyebrow at her for a few moments.]

"You are the least graceful drunk I've ever seen, I hope you know that."

"Shut up." She hauls herself upright, scowling when it makes the world spin. "This is the last hobby of yours I'm gonna acquaint myself with, okay?"

"Lay down, you stubborn drunky."

[Kirk moves over to her bed, offering her the water, and food before he brandishes the bottle of aspirin.]

"Eat at least half of that banana and then I'll give you the painkillers. It'll go down easier if you do.]

"Don't call me drunky, jerk." But she falls back gratefully, half-emptying the water bottle and then unpeeling the banana halfway.

"So let me get this straight. You drink, for fun, knowing this is gonna happen afterward? What is your damage?" She takes a savage bite out of the fruit, cringing when her stomach twists in protest just from the smell.

"Well for starters, I can drink more than a bottle of champagne and still be walking around the next day. Like right now, my head only hurts a little bit." [He says it in a patronizing sort of way, perching his hands on his hips.]

"And secondly, the actually being drunk is way more fun then the hangover.]

[He pauses for a second, inspecting her.]

"Whatcha drinking for anyway? I thought you didn't do that."

"Eh. Your doctor buddy gave me a shot of something and I kinda liked it." She takes another bite of banana, scowling and chewing at the same time. "The heck is the point in staying sober right now anyway? Not like I'm on a contract."

"Amen to that."

[Kirk tosses the bottle of aspirin in her direction finally.]

"Take two of those. And keep drinking the water."

"Thanks." She knocks out two pils and downs them with another gulp of water.

"How'd your heart-to-heart with Admiral You go?"

"Fine."

[He still doesn't want to talk about it. Not that he'll really ever want to talk about it. It's like his birthday. It's something he doesn't acknowledge.]

"I saw that bit about your least favorite person. I'm touched, really."

She shoots him a look in response to that amazingly not-subtle change in subject, but her head still hurts so she lets it go.

"Yeah? I went and kicked where it hurts after he invited me to his cabin," she says flatly. "So hopefully I'm only gonna have the one of you to deal with."

[Kirk laughs a little bit, not at all sympathetic with his counterpart.]

"I hope you know that if you come after me with your feet, I will stun you."

"Yeah, yeah. Anything even remotely fun ends with me getting phasered, right? Whatever."

She throws back a bit more water and wipes her mouth. "I...cannot remember anything I did last night, Jimmy. Is that normal?"

"For about as hungover as you look, yes."

[He shrugs a little bit.]

"Those are always the good nights. I apparently tried to go swimming in the winter on such a night."

She smirks. "I know. The doc told me. And if that's a good night then I don't even wanna know how your bad nights turn out."

"With a lot more vomit, usually. And with my clothes in weird places."

She rolls her eyes. "You'd be amazed how much that does not surprise me. Got one heck of a death wish there, Jimmy."

[Jim shrugs, dropping the subject because that falls under the umbrella of things that he doesn't want to talk about.]

"Are you feeling better?"

Wow, there's a lot that he's being cagey about today.

"Yeah. Kinda." Very, very grudging admission there. She pushes herself up into a sitting position, pleased to find that the world remains on its axis when she moves.

"Next time, and I know there'll be a next time, I'll get you a burrito for your hangover." [He winks at her and smiles easily.]

"And for the record, you don't have to suck up to me if you need something."

That just gets a glare because....a burrito? Really? Back home she wouldn't have gone near Bueno Nacho if she'd been paid to, and she's developed no interest in their gross menu items now.

The other remark, though, earns him a raised eyebrow and a grudging nod of thanks. "Noted."

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