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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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Why exactly do you want to get drunk anyways?
[His tone suggests he doesn't overly care why, but he's asking anyways.]
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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'.
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[He'll tilt his head down at the table before looking back up at Mal.]
You lose someone during that?
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Well if that's what place was made for, then it's fairly useless to me.
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Not particularly. At least not in front of anyone.
[Wait, did he just crack a joke?]
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Do some dancin' on your own, then?
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