moves like jagger [open]

[jirk]

Characters: Jim Kirk and open!
Date: May 4th, watch as I refuse to crack jokes about rival sci-fi franchises.
Location: A couple different scenarios, thread starters for each. If you'd like to set up another scenario, PM me and we can hash out something else!
Situation: Jim's acquainting himself with the concept of being, you know, on a giant turtle.
Warnings/Rating: Shouldn't go past PG-13.
Notes: Starting in prose, feel free to hop in with prose or actionspam.

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[iron_ego]

[The twitch of a smile. That's the last of his problems, really. Tony's confident with his extracurricular activities, so lets the grin speak for itself as he eyes that wiggling tricorder.]

You see a Federation here? [A cough.] I'd never advocate brazenly skirting around the rules, but a scan. I'll settle for a scan of it. What the Federation doesn't know won't hurt it, or that gadget of yours.

[Persistence, thy name is Stark.]

[jirk]

You are really persistent.

[Not that that's a bad thing, strictly speaking. Jim's persistent too. In fact, this guy is giving him serious 'kindred spirit' vibes.]

Tell you what, pal, you buy me dinner first and I'll think about it. I wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea about my virtue.

[A fingerpoint, and then he holds out a hand.]

Name's Jim. Jim Kirk. Captain Kirk if you wanna get all official about it.

[iron_ego]

Done. [A clap of his hands, and then a look at the extended one. Erm. Where's Pepper to shake his hand for him? Or Happy?] Dinner, drinks, the whole she-bang. I promise I won't go for first base until the second date. More than first, that is. And third won't happen without daddy Federation's endorsement.

[But, good. He agreed to at least talk about it and that pleases Tony into a grin. The rank doesn't rankle him, just quirks an eyebrow in curiosity.]

Tony Stark. Playboy. Genius. Iron Man. Take your pick, but one and four are media-preferred.

[A crossing of his arms. No, he's not trying to avoid the handshake, really. It's a personal space issue, promise.]

What exactly are you captain of? Infantry? Naval? Air Force? [A beat.] Cruise liner?

[jirk]

[Oh, this guy's fun. Jim's not offended by the lack of a handshake, nor is there any awkwardness in the way he drops his hand away.]

Starfleet. I captain the USS Enterprise.