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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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"But you all killed them, right?"
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Mal tilts his chin toward the bartender.
"Buy you a drink?"
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"What's your pleasure?"
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[Girly]
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"What is a Cosmo, anyway? What's in it?"
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"I never thought I'd see ghosts doing bartending. Whenever I hear stories about ghosts in pubs like this, it's about them breaking glasses"
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As long as they didn't pose a threat for Mal, he was fine letting them go about their business.
"They don't seem intent on hurtin' anyone, at least."
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