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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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[iaimtomisbehave]

"So do I, but I reckon we shouldn't. Who knows what would happen if they decide to turn on us." It wasn't a pleasant thought, but Mal wasn't really in the mood for uplifting conversation today.

[lara_the_explorer]

Luckily, Lara understands. Optimism has it's place, but you also have to expect the worst-case scenarios like that.