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[iaimtomisbehave]

Who: Mal and anyone
What: Mal needs a drink. Badly.
When: After the Gentlemen
Where: The Death Match

Mal flops onto the barstool and throws his hand up to get the bartender's attention. He's so sick of death and dying, feels almost like it follows him wherever he goes, even to crazy planets called Paradisa that he's never heard of. He takes a slow sip of his drink, letting the liquor slide down his throat. Can't a man just get some peace?

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[lara_the_explorer]

Lara just arrived after Mal got his drink from the ghostly bartender. Still yawning after being asleep for a week or so. She noticed a familiar face she haven't seen in a long time since Isla Sorna.

"Hello there"

[iaimtomisbehave]

Mal's eyebrows went up when he saw Lara, and though he didn't particularly feel like smiling, he gives a bit of effort to offer her a small smile.

"Hello yourself. Haven't seen you in a while."

[lara_the_explorer]

"There's many people I haven't seen in a while. I've been keeping to myself mostly" Lara washes her hands so she has her back facing Mal. "How have you been?"

[iaimtomisbehave]

"Now that the heart thieves are gone, I'm a mite better."

Mal took another slow sip, shaking his head.

"You'd think a place named after paradise would have a few less dead folks."

[lara_the_explorer]

Lara lowers her head for a second, and lets out a sharp sigh.

"I knew something horrible happened again... I was asleep"

[iaimtomisbehave]

"Lucky you was, wouldn't want nobody to have to go through that."

Mal almost envies the fact that Lara slept through it. But he can't imagine waking up to hearing about it would be much better.

[lara_the_explorer]

"I'm sure if I was in your shoes, I would feel the same way"

Lara steps back and turns her back to Mal, checking some things and rearranging some to her liking. She needs to tell the ghosts how she likes things arranged.

"No matter. I'm just glad it's over now"

[saviourswan]

A place with a living castle and magic journals is pretty much a common theme in Emma's life, but being sent here was a little much for her -- doesn't she ever get a break from it? No - no she doesn't. Which is why she's pretty happy when she finds a bar.

She slides onto a stool next to a man who is enjoying a drink, and Emma orders a drink as well. She takes a large sip of it when it's placed in front of her, and then turns her head slightly to look over at the man next to her.

"Some place, huh?"

[iaimtomisbehave]

Mal glances over, then away, then back quickly. Not a bad looking woman at all. And if she can drink, all the better. Mal sighs, takes another sip, and nods.

"Some place indeed. Take it you ain't been here long?"

[saviourswan]

"That's correct. Though places like this aren't exactly weird where I'm from ... sort of," She shrugs slightly. "Kind of a weird and long story," The story of the curse, and her being someone to save the town and break the curse, and everyone's double and forgotten lives, all seemed a bit much to try to explain to anyone.

"And you're not so new here?" She guesses. "If me being new is that obvious..." She teases lightly.

[iaimtomisbehave]

"Might have to tell me that story sometime." Not today, though, because he's had about all the weird he can stand for a while. He smirks a bit at her question. "I've been here a little while. Longest I been dirtside in quite a while, actually. But you're not that obvious. I just have a feeling if I'd met you before, I'd sure remember it."

[saviourswan]

"If you like complicated stories and want to be left thinking I'm a nutjob, yeah, sure, anytime," She's serious, too, and he can't say she didn't give him a full disclaimer about the nutjob thing.

"Dirtside -- so you were in the Navy before here? I wouldn't know much about that; before coming here I was a bail bondsperson, then a sheriff," She lets out a small, amused, laugh at his next words. "Good to know I'm not quite so awkward that I stick out like a sore thumb, though. If sometimes taking large sips of beer makes me easily remembered, I guess that's something,"

[iaimtomisbehave]

"I could say the same to you. Trading nutjob stories sounds like a great way to pass an evening."

He smiles, then takes another sip of his drink before he responds.

"No, I'm not a Navy man. I'm a pilot, got me a fine little spaceship named Serenity back home. I miss her. I'm not used to so much land under my feet."

[whistles_the_blues]

[A short robot clad in a yellow scarf and sunglasses walks into the bar. Now you might wonder why a machine might go into a bar, it's not like he can drink or anything right?

Well the truth is that he's the one who set up the jukebox in the bar and chose out the music selection for it. He likes to stop by and just listen some tunes every now and again.

He'll climb up onto a bar stool not too far off from Mal. What do Mal? What do?]

[iaimtomisbehave]

[Mal nods at the stranger, and a does a very subtle double take before he realizes the stranger is a robot. He shrugs, finishes his drink and signals to the bartender for another before he acknowledges his new bar companion.]

They serve something you can drink here?

[whistles_the_blues]

[He'll shrug when he notices Mal do the double take. It was something he was used to by now.]

Nope, but I don't mind the place regardless.

I came for the music. You?

[iaimtomisbehave]

It's a nice place.

[For the first time, Mal notices the music. It's got a good beat, it's not too overwhelming for the space, a nice background to drown out the buzzing silence.]

Music's good. But I came to get drunk.

[whistles_the_blues]

It's what you humans do in a place like this, isn't it?

Why exactly do you want to get drunk anyways?

[His tone suggests he doesn't overly care why, but he's asking anyways.]

[iaimtomisbehave]

That it is, that it is.

Gettin' drunk just seems like a good idea, given the last few days. I haven't done it in a while, so I thought I'd revisit the feelin'.

[fuckelves]

Thorin, being a frequent patron of the bar, had been drinking for some time now. Truth be told, after that business with the Gentlemen, he's rather nervous about the effect of alcohol on his throat and voice, so he's pacing himself slower than usual. The mug in front of him is half empty, and he swishes the ale inside thoughtfully as he notices Mal's approach.

"Still a bit thrown are you, lad?"

He didn't blame him, Thorin still wasn't used to the fact that people could die so easily here.

[iaimtomisbehave]

Mal pauses at the question directed at him, and thinks on it for a second before he takes a seat and answers.

"Bit thrown? That about covers it. Things like this happen a lot around here?"

[fuckelves]

Thorin gives a very slight nod.

"So I hear, much to my displeasure," Thorin replied.

He takes another swig of his ale before he stares, lost in thought.

"I've not been here long...this past tragedy was the first one that I encountered, I confess. I am not an expert when it comes to matters of the castle."

But that just made it that much more difficult to understand and adjust to.

"Are you new here, lad?" Thorin didn't recall seeing him before - but there were many residents he hadn't met.

[iaimtomisbehave]

"Yeah, I'm new. Been here a couple months I guess."

Mal wasn't really used to keeping up with time.

"I've seen a lot of things, but alien things that steal hearts is a new one to me. Makes sense now, all that talk on the journal about being prepared. Folks knew this kind of thing could happen."

[fuckelves]

Thorin nodded in solemn agreement with the latter statement.

"The place pretends to be paradise, then sneaks up on you with despair and gives you no coping mechanism save for the friends you make, should you all survive."

Thorin paused before he glanced up and held out a hand.

"But I forget myself: I am Thorin Oakenshield, who might you be?"

[iaimtomisbehave]

Mal was kind of stuck on the 'should you all survive' statement, so it took him a moment to catch up. He took Thorin's hand and gave it a firm shake.

"Malcolm Reynolds. Folks call me Mal. I'd like to say it's a pleasure to meet you, but under these circumstances..."