 might tell out of school, considering his former commander's reputation. This time the heat in Kirk's cheeks had a little bit more to do with embarrassment.  It might have been a Saturday night, the place was so packed with bodies and voices and laughing. But, then, Kirk's memory said that it _always_ looked like Saturday night, no matter what the day or time. Never too crowded to find a seat, thank God, but always just threatening to burst at the seams and overflow into the rest of the world. Kirk snagged Sulu by the hem of his jacket when the captain started toward the bar along the long end of the crowded room.  "A seat," Sulu said by way of explanation, lifting 