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!
"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.