It was a wonderful ceremony. Probably. Spock moved among the wedding party, nodding politely in lieu of a smile. McCoy was standing by the bar, grinning from ear to ear. All, then, presumably, was well. Spock sidled up to him.
"Nothing like Southern hospitality." The doctor raised his glass. "Though I don't suppose you'd know, would you?"
"It is highly agreeable."
"Agreeable! Why, I'm as happy as a pig in mud!"
Spock raised an eyebrow. "An idiom, presumably."
"You presume damn right. Now, if you'll excuse me." McCoy moved to the dance floor.
Pigs. Dancing. Earth would forever elude him.
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That's a lovely used prompt
Smrtijedka
That's a lovely used prompt you got here.
They're just great, both of them :)
It was my friend Mike's idea.
Kahvi
It was my friend Mike's idea. :D And yes, they're lovely.