I've only recently become endeared toward these two and I must say that this was a great piece. I really liked how you were able to keep the characters in character, not to mention that it was god damned adorable. I especially liked, “Fix him,” Shran commanded.

Thank you for sharing your work!

Hehe! I loved this! It was so much fun. Especially liked the part about Archer begin tempted to take a photo. I was half expecting Shran to start sucking his thumb in his drunken sleep. But then I doubt Archer would have been able to resist one little photo.
I was wondering if I could put up this fic on my website Shranatics (a fanfic site for Shran). If you will let me could you send me the fic in html format? It would make things much easier. If not just send a word doc and I'll do the formatting
Thanks!
~ N.D.

Like I need another show to be obsessed with. Grr on this. Ah well; Grace is a mad tornado of love. I knew that when I signed on. I am going to look this stuff up really quickly on Wiki to get my bearings. Archer and Shran. Yes. Okay, fired and ready, if still a bit confused - the basics are here. In the noggin.

A friendship based on obligation lacks dignity.”
- Because it’s a lovely, and somehow dignified way to start, and then undercutting it with ‘and I’m only thinking of that because I’m drunk and it wasn’t even my thought to begin with’ is brilliant.

“What had made him think of that?
Oh, right, the staggering amounts of alcohol.”
- Sn. Sn. Sn.

“…and friend, Archer had to remind himself, though that term was debatable in light of how his liver must be dyed permanently blue by now…”
- Well, what can one expect from such an undignified relationship? He’s being passive-aggressive.

“It’s not me that it’ll kill first, human.”
- Kikikiki. Just so we know where everyone’s priorities are.

“Urgh. Give me a nishe Earth-shtyle burn in my chesht any day.”
- Damn aliens with their odd chest-burns. I think the race should probably be wiped out just for this.

“You would rather have something poisonous and flammable in your ridiculous asymmetrical stomach, pinkskin?”
- Because of ‘ridiculously asymmetrical stomach’, ‘pinkskin’, and… does that mean it’s not poisonous, not flammable, or not going to his stomach?

“It smolders. Good fuel for a fire, at least. Also, very resistant to freezing.”
- Oh lurve. I like Shran a great deal already. He’s expounding. Also, drunk!Archer-speak is joy.

“Becaushe you’re giving me something that’s poi- poishonoush and probably really similar to what would happen if beesh used blue antifreeshe instead of pollen.”
- …Oh my god I love you so much. That about the bees. Your mind works in ways we humans do not fathom and never should.

“Don’t worry. I’ve been there a few timesh and it didn’t even make sensh to me…”
- Sn. Sn. Sn.

“Human biology is very illogical. You get poisoned and the first thing affected is your speech?”
- I don’t like aliens, as plot devices, generally speaking. I don’t know why this is, or why I should dislike them yet find vampires and dragons and elves oh my! perfectly acceptable - no, preferable to just-human things. But… that line right there… damnit. Resolve is gone. The only thing keeping me from ST now is the impossibility of watching it with Evil Blockbuster List.

“Andorians get most of the world through sight. The first thing affected by the ale is the interpretation of the sight… sensory data from the antennae… and then the data doesn’t match up with the… eye-data… and the world is split into two different scenes. Do you see?”
- …bugger.

“They sat for a moment in silence, and Shran became bored of this. ‘What were we talking about before human inadequacies?’ ”
- Snurckle. I like both of those sentences very much.

“Aliens always looked so bizarre, Shran mentally grumbled.”
- Now it’s hook, line and sinker, because I - very embarrassingly - actually thought, ‘but he’s an alien.’ My anthropology teacher would smack me and I would deserve it.

“You’ve dosed him with a severe depressant that is basically corroding all connections between his brain and his body.”
“Fix him.”
- I like a man - thing - well, male - who gets right to the point. [Segue into Sahjan-land: I’m not a man. But clearly masculine. You get that, right?] I’m working on turning my friend into a vegetable. It’s boring. Make him go back.

“Shran had a short internal debate about allowing Archer the joys of Andorian ale versus his own entertainment.”
- Prioritize. Divide and conquer.

“Archer shook his head experimentally, still moderately surprised when his brain only felt like it was made of mud instead of jello.”
- Awards and accolades to Grace. Mud, jello, and mad bees.

“I see that your manners only improve when you drink, Shran.”
- Oh, that’s low. He’s too out of it to snark back! He is a helpess victim of snarkage! Archer is shameless.

“Shran peered at him, far from adept at reading human tone and body language – the things didn’t even have antennae to fold back when they were angry!”
- …It’s getting worse. I think I’m developing an alien fixation.

“Besides, there isn’t any obligation. Our score is settled.”
- *sniff* So alone. Drunkenly taking things seriously.

“It is a point of honor to repay my debts.”
“And Starfleet hasn’t laid down any ground rules on honor, but I’ll repay my debts, as well.”
- Damn straight. All will come right in the end. Because we shall make dignity from nothing.

“Shran nodded resolutely, set his cup down, and confidently went from sitting in a chair to lying on the ground with a soft thump.”
- And… that is just brilliant and lovely. So long as you do it with confidence, no one’ll be the wiser, my old piano teacher used to tell me.

“If they didn’t respect each other so much, he could take a picture and have it across the Andorian fleet by morning…”
- Respect. Dignity. Very important. Most admirable. But a little laugh never hurt anyone. Hat. Hat. Hat.

Hehe, a funny little story with two stubborn commanders! Especially that last line about taking a picture was good :>)
Thanks!