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[simon_doctor]

Some days ago, there was a promise of something stronger than beer after they returned from Hera.

Accordingly, Simon has acquired a table. And cognac.

He's currently studying the dark amber liquid in his glass, turning it slowly in his hands.

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[gonna_live]

"Any for me?"

She's let her hair down since coming back, and brushing it out or no, it's still overfluffed and wavy. It happens. Kaylee doesn't care.

The paper umbrella that Mal stuck in her hair as they were leaving is now in Kaylee's hands, furled. She rolls the toothpick portion between two fingers, absently, standing a little behind and to one side.

[simon_doctor]

He looks up at her and smiles, and slides a second glass towards her. "Right here."

[gonna_live]

"Wondered if you'd remember." She takes the chair next to his, and sighs as she sits. "Could have gone a hell of a lot worse."

[simon_doctor]

A nod.

"Still. It seemed appropriate."

[gonna_live]

"What, the..." A nod at the glass. "Stuff?"

[simon_doctor]

"Cognac," he says. (Not very grandly. He hasn't drunk enough of it yet to be pronouncing things grandly.)

"And ... yes. Drinking something stronger."

It's not a wake, exactly. But perhaps near kin to one.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee sniffs.

Sips.

Her eyes widen.

"...yep."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Enter Faith, from Antar, in full ceremonial garb - robes, circlet of rank, the whole mess.

She looks very stately, and elegant, and regal.

She also looks highly annoyed.

[simon_doctor]

"...Faith?"

He's actually not sure.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Hm?"

She looks over at him, and the annoyed expression gives way to a warm, fond smile.

"Simon, hi."

[simon_doctor]

"Wan an. Is ... something wrong?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Hm? Oh." Faith waves a hand airily. "No, everything's fine. I just can't get my pages to stop bowing to me."

Ah, the trials of royalty.

[simon_doctor]

"...I see."

[call-me-shane.livejournal.com]

There is a solid thunk of a heavy glass being set on the table, then the scrape of chair legs along the floor as Shane pulls one of the empty chairs back a bit so it rests against the wall and folds himself into it.

"Man shouldn't drink alone." Is his only explanation, and he seems to think it is adequate.

[simon_doctor]

"You may be right."

There's a spare glass around here somewhere.

[call-me-shane.livejournal.com]

He has his own, being more of a whiskey man than one for cognac.

"Your sister came in the other day, seemed to be a mite bit worried over something. Gave her a soda pop, hope you don't mind." The smile had been worth it, even if Simon does mind.

[simon_doctor]

He frowns slightly, but in thought rather than disapproval. "It shouldn't be a problem. Soft drink, no alcohol?"

[call-me-shane.livejournal.com]

Shane's expression is a picture of surprised bewilderment.
"Folk give little girls alcohol as a matter of course around here?" There's strong disapproval in his tone. He can only think of a few reasons why a man would give someone like River alcohol, and none of those reasons add up to anything good.

[simon_doctor]

"Oh -- it isn't her age I'm worried about. I just, it could react badly with her medication. Even a small amount."

[young_tmriddle]

Tom is in, a little later than he usually would be, for a quick scotch. Hes pleasantly surprised to see Simon. Although he'd heard Simon and River had been returned from their captivity, he'd not known for certain they were back till now.

"Hullo there, Simon. Mind a bit of conversation?"

[simon_doctor]

"Not at all." Simon gestures to the empty chair across from him. "I ... can't promise I'll be very good conversation tonight, but you're welcome."

[young_tmriddle]

Tom sits down and takes a drink of scotch. "If you're not up to talking, I certainly understand. Something's obviously not right, but I shan't be intrusive."

[simon_doctor]

"It isn't ..." He shakes his head. "Was there something you wanted to talk about? A distraction might be in order."

[young_tmriddle]

"Let me think, this is about when Bernard would refer to that Muggle sports team... I was not meant to be a bartender in this life. However, I can likely think of a distraction."

Discussing the events of the last couple of months is not something he's willing to get into at this moment, for either himself or for Simon.

"Have you heard of a city on Earth called Hong Kong> It's in a country called China. We're going to take a holiday there sometime soon, as soon as Door and I have some affairs settled in the Underside."

[simon_doctor]

Discussing something unrelated to the events of the last month or so is fine by Simon.

"I've heard of it, yes ... is there any particular reason to go there on holiday?"