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[iaimtomisbehave]

Who: Mal and you
What: Drinking at the Death Match
When: January 31st
Where: Death Match
Rating: PG13 at most


Mal took a seat at the bar and looked around. The Death Match wasn't very crowded tonight, which was nice, because Mal didn't much feel like talking. He reckoned people were still celebrating the lunar New Year, and he wished them well.

For Mal, the new year only served to remind him how long he'd been stuck here. Paradisa had it's benefits, but he ached to be back in the Black.

He ordered a shot, downed it quickly and immediately ordered another one.

Comments

[peggy_carter]

"You look like a man who takes his drinking seriously." Peggy had stepped out for the evening and getting a drink was an idea that seemed just the thing. Now, running into the man she'd had target practice with, it seemed to be serendipitous.

[iaimtomisbehave]

He glanced over at the familiar voice and gave him a slow smile.

"And you look like a sight for sore eyes. Can I buy you a drink?"

[peggy_carter]

"I'd be delighted, Mr Reynolds, and I take that as a invitation to join you." Which she did, easing into the seat on his left. She hadn't run across him much since the day she'd tumbled across him while mapping the grounds, but he'd made an impression.

"Are we drinking to anything in particular, or just drinking?"

[freeslider]

Wade hadn't been this tired in a while, though the last time was probably from running from her life rather than cleaning for two straight days. She kind of felt like she should be insulted that the castle was implying she was untidy or something, but given what she'd heard about the holiday, she knew that it wasn't personal. Not exactly.

Still, she was looking to relax and have a drink of something that wasn't that horrendous Chinese liquor. She was all for new things, but even she had her limits. Gross.

She hasn't been in yet, but she's talked to the barkeep a few times, so she heads to the bar looking to meet him. Or at least get some whiskey.

[iaimtomisbehave]

Mal didn't look up, but he noticed someone sit at the bar a few stools away from him. There weren't many folks around the bar tonight, so he figured he should at least acknowledge the new patron. He lifts his head and catches her eye.

"Howdy."

[freeslider]

The bartender didn't seem to be around, but at least the ghosts were serving. That unnerved her a little, but beggars couldn't be choosers. She ordered a glass and looked up at the man who had greeted her, a slight frown of faint recognition on her face.

"Hey," she answered, managing a smile.