*Looks around* I'm just going to put this here. Review if you like! *scurries back to the library to do homework*

Rule#7: Do not challenge Scotty or Chekov to a drinking game. And do not challenge them both at the same time. It will end badly.

Captain Kirk looked down at the two officers and one ensign sprawled out on the Bio-beds before him. He placed his hands on his hips. "Now then, gentlemen, what have we learned?"

"Vodka hurts in the morning," Scotty grumbled. "It hurts just as much as scotch."

"Scotch is not milk," Chekov added.

"That I should know better than to get suckered into a drinking game with these two," McCoy groaned.

Kirk nodded. "Excellent. Well, you three are excused from your shifts this morning, but I'm adding shifts to make up for it. Make sure this doesn't happen again, got it?"

The response was low mumbling.

"Got it?!" he yelled.

"Ach! Aye Capt'n!"

"Da!"

"Yes, damn it!"

Kirk left his two officers and one ensign to recover from their hangovers and for the anti-hangover drugs to kick in. He had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time he would find a combination of the three in Sickbay the morning after a shore leave, but hopefully next time it wouldn't be because they insulted each other's drink of choice, and proceeded to engage in a drinking contest.

There was no winner.