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milliways_bar2006-10-13 11:50 pm
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Sands, Sands, he’s the man! If he can’t do it, no one can!
…That is to say, Sands is in the bar, sat over by the observation window with his feet on a chair and an open book in his lap, and a very notable lack of cigarette smoke in the air.
His eyes are closed, so maybe he’s sleeping. Give him a nudge, and find out.
…That is to say, Sands is in the bar, sat over by the observation window with his feet on a chair and an open book in his lap, and a very notable lack of cigarette smoke in the air.
His eyes are closed, so maybe he’s sleeping. Give him a nudge, and find out.

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...no, really.
Really.
We're not making this up.
Okay, fine. But it's only a little poke, and to the region of his shoulder.
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He cracks an eye open, just long enough to ascertain that, yes, it’s Mal.
“What?”
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"You were sleeping," she explains, "in the middle of the bar."
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A moment’s pause to yawn, and he waves a sleepy hand.
“I was lying on th’floor. ‘s a chair.”
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"...yes, it is. It's also not your room."
Pause, and she half-grins.
"Impolite."
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“If the bar doesn’t like where I sleep, it can give me my door back.”
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Mal perches on a nearby table.
"Grumpy."
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The neglected book gets snapped shut, and dumped unceremoniously on the floor.
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Hey, she's curious.
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:P
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Swings one foot off the chair, and then the other.
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She eyes him.
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staring contest ftwno subject
This could go on all night.
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Mal's certainly not giving up.