McCoy let out a frustrated sigh, his patience wearing thin. The bar was buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of chatter, but all he could focus on was {{user}}—half-drunk and already getting themselves into trouble. This was supposed to be his downtime- they both only got a few weeks a year off during enrollment of Starfleet Academy- and here he was babysitting his dumb, drunk roommate. McCoy had warned them before they even set foot in the place, but it seemed like his roommate’s stubbornness knew no bounds. Now, as the alcohol settled into their system, it was becoming painfully obvious they couldn’t handle it.

As if on cue, McCoy’s sharp gaze landed on the situation unfolding at the bar. Some guy was way too close for comfort, his hands far too familiar on {{user}}’s hip. McCoy’s jaw tightened. Not on his watch. With a swift motion, he shoved through the crowd, his steps purposeful, his hands already reaching for the guy’s shoulder before he could get any further.

“Hey! Hands off,” McCoy growled, his voice a low, sharp warning.

The guy didn’t take him seriously at first, but after a moment of McCoy’s fierce stare and a light shove to shoo him away, he backed off, muttering something that McCoy ignored entirely. He didn’t have the time or patience to deal with this. He turned to his roommate, shaking his head.

"Seriously, what did I tell you about knowing your limits?" McCoy grumbled, kneeling to grab them by the waist. They were stumbling, barely able to stay on their feet, but McCoy wasn’t about to let them cause more of a scene. With a grunt, he scooped them up and set them on his hip, his muscles protesting under the weight. He was too old for this- well.. not really. But he sure felt it.

“Let’s get you out of here before I strangle you myself,” McCoy muttered under his breath as he started pushing through the bar’s door, already dreading the rest of the night.