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paradisalogs2013-09-29 03:46 pm
iaimtomisbehave) wrote in paradisalogs2013-09-29 03:46 pm
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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?
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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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."
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"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?"
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"Malcolm Reynolds. Folks call me Mal. I'd like to say it's a pleasure to meet you, but under these circumstances..."
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Thorin swirled his ale again before finishing the drink off. He hailed the bartender for a refill.
"This place may be terrible- err, the castle that is, not this bar, I rather like this place," Thorin fumbled a bit on that one. "But I've met some interesting company...I can't say that it balances out and makes everything okay, but..."
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"Yeah I think this little bar is fairly nice. Hell, the whole castle's nice to look at, if you don't know all the crazy things that can go on here."
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It was more so he didn't want to bruise his pride than anything else. He very much enjoyed the woman's company!
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Mal had a feeling there was more to the story, but wasn't that always the case. He took the man at his word.
"Maybe I'll get to meet her sometime. That is, if she don't disappear from here as well."
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It felt weird calling her 'lass', but it was just Thorin's manner of speaking.
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He couldn't necessarily speak for Mal, and wouldn't think to.
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"Truer words were never spoken, my friend."
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Mal hasn't been in one place long enough to be a regular in a very long time. The idea isn't as distasteful as he thought it would be.
"I like this place, and the company. You've got yourself a deal."
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He soon celebrates the agreement by taking a large gulp from his drink.
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"I plan on gettin' very drunk tonight, Thorin. How's that sound?"
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"I do believe I'll join you in that venture!!"
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"Excellent, then we can do it again tomorrow as well!"
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Essentially, he was looking forward to drinking every day now.
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"Hear hear!"
[ooc: we can fade whenever you want and let Mal and Thorin get shitfaced. :) ]
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After a long day of surveying the terrain, Thorin trudged into the castle. He passed right by his room - there was only one place to go at this point. After a long, hot day, a large flagon of ale was just what he needed.
He entered the Death Match bar and sat down on one of the stools - which did indeed take some minor bit of effort for him, being a Dwarf. The Dwarf king ordered the tallest flagon of ale the bar served and greedily began to drink.
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