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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

[OoM: In which there is early-morning conversation and bed-hogging. Now unlocked!]

Mal's down in the bar, now, sitting on a stool and sipping a cup of coffee. She's whistling rather tunelessly under her breath as well, staring off into space.

(Completely botherable, we add)

[ooc: many, many apologies, but I must go. slowtime is wonderful, and I should be back within a couple hours.]

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[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Lucky for us, Sands is completely bothering.

He nudges Mal with an elbow, dropping onto the stool beside her.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Long time no see, stranger."

She nudges back.

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“Of all the gin joints, in all the world…”

Smirking, he liberates her coffee and takes a sip.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

She eyes him. "You're strange. And that's my coffee."

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“It is?”

He takes a gulp, and then winces because ow. Hot.

Sulkily, “Casablanca. It’s a classic.”

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"It is. Are you going to pay for it?"

Teach him to drink her coffee!

"Never heard of it."

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“Now, why would I do that?”

He grins, but pushes the mug back across to her anyhow. What a kind and generous soul!

“You should watch it.”

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"'cause you're secretly a kind and generous person?"

Ah, but the coffee is back. She sips it, raising her eyebrows.

"What's it about?"

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“I like to think I give Mother Teresa a run for her money.”

He’s staring at the coffee like if he wishes hard enough it’ll come back.

“Boy meets girl. Girl flees Nazis. The greatest romance of all time!”

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"...who's she?"

Mal takes pity on Sands, and slides it back towards him. "You're addicted. Nazis?"

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

“A nun. She liked to help people. I think they made her a saint or something.”

Wrapping his hands appreciatively around the mug, he glances up at her. “You don’t know the Nazis?”

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Ah. In that case, you highly resemble her."

Mal shakes her head. "Never heard of them."

[shufti]

Two little hands appear on the edge of the table.

Then a pair of eyes and a nose peep over the top.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

:O

Mal grins, turning to watch.

[shufti]

Jack doesn't appear sure as to what to do next.

So he looks around.

"Mama?"

Shufti appears to have dozed off on the sofa nearby.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

So she has.

Mal holds a finger to her lips. "Shush, Jack."

[shufti]

Jack looks back around.

"Aah."

He reaches to move around the table towards Mal. Since he can't walk yet, this comes in tricky when he gets to the moving his legs part.

As a result, he rapidly ends up going splat on his tummy.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

O noes!

"You okay, little guy?"

[shufti]

Jack looks up at Mal to see if she's watching, then bursts into tears.

Shufti shoots bolt upright as soon as Jack starts crying. She has a large purple bruise down her forehead, and jumps up to scoop Jack up.

"Sorry sweetheart, I shouldn't have dropped off... Hello Mal."

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Shufti."

Mal frowns at the sight of the bruise. "What happened?"

[shufti]

"Got hit on the head." she says evasively, shushing Jack.

"How are you?"

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Who hit you?"

Mal shrugs, but smile anyway, "I'm fine."

[shufti]

"A lamp. Jack knocked it."

Closer inspection will reveal abrasions around her wrists.

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

"Really."

Mal changes her tactics. "You been home, lately?"

[shufti]

She giggles slightly.

"How strange."