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[badinlatin]

The bar door opens wide and hits its baseboards with a slam, a blur of brown leather somersaulting in to land on the floor.

At least when he lands, he still has both pistol and honest-to-Fozu bag of platinum.





...but Mal might need to stay on the floor. Just for a minute.

"Ow."

[ooc: heading off to bed.]

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[kitchen_maid]

Well, that's one way to make an entrance.

" . . . Mal?"

Here, Captain Reynolds. Have a slightly confused and heavily pregnant Queen of Ambergeldar.

[badinlatin]

"Oh hey Amy -- and Amy's belly that's new."

She's even more pregnant from down here.

[kitchen_maid]

She smiles, amused. "Maybe for you. I've had it for months."

It's a little awkward to reach down and offer him a hand, but fairy-given Grace has its advantages.

"Are you all right?"

[badinlatin]

"Definitely."

Mal bounds up without reaching for the pregnant lady (that's always a bad idea really). The bag of coin jangles loudly with the movement.

"Payday."

[kitchen_maid]

"Congratulations.

"That's right, isn't it? For the occasion?"

Amy was always pleased on her paydays, back when she had them.

(Before she was married to the guy on the money.)

[badinlatin]

"It's definitely a 'congratulations' kind of a moment. Though I do have to say, this is the first time Milliways has ever actually helped on a job."

Or at least, a normal, run-of-the-mill job.

"I think 'congratulations' is more in line with your particular payday comin' up. When are you due?"

[not_his_pa]

William drops his book and reaches for a gun that isn't there when Mal enters and then curses, "Hell."

[badinlatin]

"Watch your mouth young man," Mal retorts, even with a smile on his face.

Good day.

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, sir. You alright?" Its hard to tell after an entrance like that.

[badinlatin]

"Shiny. Just...y'know. Awkward."

Still on the floor and all.

He gets up in a second though, waving the bag of loot slightly when he does. "Payoff."

[not_his_pa]

He pulls out one of the chairs at his table for Mal, "From what?"

[the_seafarer]

One day, perhaps, he'll learn to take a table far from the door.



As it is, his drink rattles alarmingly at the slam of the door, and he hurriedly moves to make room for -- "Mal?"


Leaning from his chair to consider the fallen Captain, he regards him with concerned surprise. "I don't suppose you meant for that to happen."

[badinlatin]

"'Course I did. I always do what I mean."

[the_seafarer]

"Glad to hear it."

Despite the solemnity of tone, his eyes are dancing, and he offers a hand, getting up from his chair for better leverage. "Allow me."

[badinlatin]

"Xiexie."

When Mal straightens, he slaps Caspian on the back as a greeting. "I need to drop this off to let Bar hold onto it for a spell. I'll be back."

[the_seafarer]

He nods, takes his seat again, and is mopping up the spilled ale with a napkin once Mal reappears.

Smile widening, he nods to an empty chair. "Another legitimate business deal smoothly transacted?"

[electro_kinetic]

Have a blue-haired head leaning down over you, Mal.

She pretty much has to ask after an entrance like that.

"Well that looked like fun."

[badinlatin]

"Only a little."

He still hasn't gotten up though.

[electro_kinetic]

"Want a hand?" She'll offer one out to him, standing by his hip.

[badinlatin]

"Nah, I think I'm...I'm gonna stay right here for another minute."

[electro_kinetic]

"What'd you do to merit such a grand entrance?"

[whatisastiles]

"Hey mister, are you okay?"

Stiles reaches out and pokes the figure on the floor.

[badinlatin]

Duly poked, Mal sticks his tongue out in response. "Yeah, I'm just shiny."

[ooc: heading off to bed just now actually. Quick thread or should I hit you up next time?]

[whatisastiles]

Stiles frowns. He doesn't look shiny.


[ooc: Next time's fine :) Have a good night!]

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy gets up and moves over, crouching next to him.

"Mal, you hurt?"