**This ones really short but I hope you like it! It's meant to be just kinda a quick funny thing.
Requested by @NinjagoPheonixNinja
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Montgomery Scott, the man was one of the most brilliant engineers of the time, yet somehow he managed to be such a moron. Scotch sometimes seemed to get the best of the Scottish man. Scotty wasn't an alcoholic by any means, he just enjoyed to drink scotch like it was water. He didn't do it for a purpose and honestly there were weeks he didn't have any and he was fine.

But occasionally, rarely, Scotty thinks it's a good idea to get drunk and go stumbling around engineering. You watched as your boss and best friend made a fool of himself.

"Come on young sir it's easy, just don't stick a while banana in your mouth." Scotty slurred and yelled, drunk.

"What sir?" A young ensign asked, confused at the drunk mans chatter.

"Don't put a whole a banana in your mouth with an orange and an apple. Don't put a.. A.. Metal.. Screw.. Thing whatever in your mouth either. Bad idea my young friend. Bad idea." Scotty inquired, patting the head of the ensign. He was oblivious to the ensigns confusion at his boss's behavior.

"Uh, Sir, can you come with me?" You ask, slowly taking his hand and leading him to his office. Since he was head engineer his office had a couch where he could lay down.

"We gonna get down?" Scotty asked, smirking a little.

"In your dreams." You sass to him, tossing a blanket at his face. He cringed at the cloth, but then his face lit up.

"Sooooo prettyyyyyyy." Scotty noticed, rubbing the fabric against his face and marveling in its magnificence.

"Get some rest sir." You tell him, closing the door and leaving.

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Later, you started to hear a loud Scottish accent yelling and cursing. The sounds of metal against metal alerted you to go check on what was going on. It sounded as though things were being knocked over.

"What are you doing up??" You scold, grabbing your boss, Scotty, and dragging him back to his office.

"But it's boring!" He exclaimed, pouting like a little kid. You wanted none of it, so you tucked him in, kissed his forehead, and left, making sure to lock the door. Scotty sure would have  a hangover.