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Title:   Bitter Mocha I & II
Author:  Hypatia Kosh
Contact: athena_sappho at yahoo
Series:  TOS 
Codes:   ?/?, drabble
Rating:  PG
Part:    1/1
Summary: A little table talk.


BITTER MOCHA - I

Jim Kirk defiantly plunged his spoon into his bowl of mocha chip. Ice
cream, that is. Full fat.

"I can't even watch you eat that stuff, Jim. Haven't I told you a dozen
times this month to watch your waistline?"

"I don't see why you would care," Kirk shot back. 

"I'm your doctor," McCoy said. "That growing pot belly of yours affects
your health. You might not notice it now, but you're going to be
suffering from decreased circulation, hardening arteries and increased
risk of heart attack--not to mention the strain on your spine and the
risk of diabetes."

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BITTER MOCHA - II

"I'm not obese."

"You can't eat like you're twenty-five anymore, Jim."

Kirk stopped eating and carefully set his hands down on the table.
"Listen up, Doctor Mesmer. Since you stole that Vulcan from me, food is
the only pleasure left me. So go cavort with that traitor and leave me
to eat in peace."

McCoy sighed dramatically. "I don't see what you're so worked up about,
Jim. After all, mental patients *are* the province of the medical
department. I can't have you interrogating a prisoner who's certifiably
nuts, now can I?"

"Damn straight," Kirk chuckled, and pushed the bowl away.

END