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[cajunspice]

[The smile started to slip from Remy's face as Kirk continued to struggle, then vanished completely as he fell.] Jim? [Own drink left forgotten, Remy reached out and grabbed him, shifting so he could lay Kirk down across their seat so he was as close into a recovery position as Remy could put him in for the moment.]

Cher? Can ya hear me? [Remy shook his shoulder, trying to get a response out of him as he looked for signs of him having been drugged via his drink or just far too much alcohol for the night.] Come on, stay 'wake.

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ He tried to say something to reassure him, but the words wouldn't come. Nothing would come. Everything blurred and darkened, a groan the only audible sound he could make before his head slumped and he went fully unconscious and limp against the other man.

Sorry, Remy. Atroma decided to ruin their fun night, it looks like. ]</sub>

[cajunspice]

[Fingers to Kirk's neck, checking for a pulse before also checking his breathing, Remy sat back on his heels with a sigh upon finding them normal, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do.

He had to get him back to the Tourist.

Feeling a little bad if it was just having one too many drinks, as if he was tattletaling on him, Remy took a moment to contact Beverly Crusher over the coms and giving her a heads up so she could have a look at their fallen captain. After all, it wasn't like Bones was around to lend a hand. But it also left Remy with the issue of how the hell he was going to get Kirk back to his ship. A bit of moving around and struggling with his dead weight on him, Remy eventually managed to get Kirk into a fireman's carry over his shoulders before slowly making his way through the crowd and outside to head to the Tourist.]