"Yeah, right." The doctor scoffed out cynically. "The split between a women's leg or another man's butt and balls doesn't count, Jim." Hey, there was no beating around the bush with Jim so why even try? He eyes the shot glass, almost ruing not taking that second drink.

"Thanks..." McCoy replied, pretty certain that Jim was only joking, but who knew...the guy did like men, but McCoy was older and not his type-- He makes a sound as he dismisses the thought. Why the hell does he care what Jim thinks of him.