Full notes and disclaimer in Chapter One.

I've now got more prompt words than I can use this month, so I'll be saving the lovely leftovers for a project TBA...stay tuned!

This drabble happens a day or so after "Time to Ascend." Jon has invited Trip to dinner on his boat - and there are things he wants to know.

Thank you to today's prompt contributors!

Anonymous Donor:

skipper

single-malt scotch

warts

hogtied

Braxin:

cinnamon babka

enlightened

omitted

Seacook:

quaff

skulduggery


"Thanks for inviting me, skipper. I brought dessert– cinnamon babka and single-malt scotch." Trip grinned. "Have a bite and a quaff on me."

"Thought you weren't drinking anymore." Jon was watching him like he was covered in warts. Guess I can't blame him for wanting to be enlightened.

"Not tequila, anyway. And I'm just sipping." He omitted the details of his treatment.

"Why do I get the idea you're up to some kind of skulduggery, Trip? About the drinking, and about T'Pol?"

Trip took a deep breath. He was hogtied by Vulcan privacy, not to mention his own well-deserved shame.