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[badinlatin]

It used to be not terribly safe for folk to catch a snooze in the bar.

Every once in awhile, Mal risks it.





It's very tempting, on the whole.

[ooc: 1) slow for work, and 2) he might as well be wearing a target, guys. :D :D :D Also! RSVPs for partyness over here.]

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[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

Charlie watching the sleeping man. Not that there's much to see, but he isn't one to wake the sleeping for no reason.

[badinlatin]

Ever see someone snore themselves awake?

It's not a terribly attractive thing, but it's what happens, and Mal's feet land with a thump on the bar's floor, looking around like he didn't already know what just happened.

"Damn allergies."

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"There are worse things to deal with," he notes as he watches the man get his orientation back.

[badinlatin]

"I know there are," Mal informs the man helpfully. "That's just what I felt like damning at that particular second, mister...?"

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Sage. Or Szasz. But I usually prefer Charlie." He can't remember the last time anyone actually called him Mister.

[badinlatin]

"Charlie I can do. Name's Mal Reynolds. You...you been about Milliways for very long, Charlie?"

Small talk is better than pontificating on Mal's allergies anyway, he figures.

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Not very long. Less than a month since I died. And you?" He's decided it simplifies things to get that "I'm dead" business out of the way.

[will_scarlett]

Sleeping in the Bar can be dangerous, Will's been warned.

So he gets a nice warm buttered scone and puts it in Mal's hands for when he wakes up, the butter might be facing upwards but its a date scone, rather good smelling.

Then Will sits down again with his large breakfast and waits.

[badinlatin]

It's very rare he wakes up to food, really.

Well...food from a guy.

"Oh." It certainly smells nice anyhow, so when he looks up to see Will nearby he smiles. "Xiexie."

[will_scarlett]

He didn't hit himself with the face with it sadly so Will just smiles, ignore the slight disappointment in his eyes,

"Ye're welcome. Been told sleepin' 'ere can be dangerous though, sir."

[badinlatin]

"Wasn't I the one that told you that? I'm sure I told somebody that."

[will_scarlett]

"'rhaps ye were, sir, dinna 'member since its been a while."

[badinlatin]

"I never remember half the decent advice I give out anyhow -- I really should record it for posterity or some such."

He gets around to actually taking a bite of the scone. "I' goo'."

[justdidntseeit]

Kate's at the next table with a cup of coffee and a Sudoku book; she doesn't notice Mal until the snoring starts.

Glancing over, she tries to stifle a chuckle and mostly succeeds.

She's been meaning to thank him if she got the chance, but she doesn't want to disrupt his nap.

[badinlatin]

He'll wake up soon enough.

"Mmrphk."

He's good with noises, and he hasn't looked around enough to see anyone watching him yet.

[justdidntseeit]

Her lips twitch, and her eyes go back to the pen in her hand.

She'll never tell Mal or Bill how scarily alike they sound when they're sleeping.

[badinlatin]

Might want to add Inara to that list too.

For Mal's sake.

"Am I amusing?" He's finally noticed.

[justdidntseeit]

Duly noted.

For everyone's sake.

She looks up.

" -- only when you're snoring?"

That sounded better in her head.

[badinlatin]

"Good to know. Can I...help, with somethin'?"

[queenofmay]

Marian appears after her next, not-yet-written oom, to avoid metrics loads of unnecessary angsting because Milli-time is amazingly bendy like that. Walking over after getting a tea service, Marian eyed the sleeping captain with a quiet fondness.

She considered waking him, but given the way he looked often, like he'd been running his ship days without sleeping or great news, she settled in a chair nearby and let him sleep. Milliways was good for many things.

[badinlatin]

Including nice ladies serving as watchmen. (Har har.)

The sleeping only lasts about another ten minutes or so, before one eye cracks open. "Wei, miss."

[queenofmay]

Marian looked up from her tea cup, from being lost in her thoughts. But not in a bad way, just quiet that could found here in a corner of Milliways and not in a corridor of Nottingham castle.

Her lips curled into a smile. "You avoiding your ship or did sleep crawl up and claim you while you weren't watching?"

[badinlatin]

"Closer to the second one -- I'm supposed to be here on business, more or less, and yesterday caught up with me."

Mal sits up from his slouch in his chair. "What have you been up to lately?"

[queenofmay]

"Settling." The word was strangely politic, but honest. She'd bought clothing yesterday to fill closet in a new bedroom. "Here and there."

She took a sip, casting a glance toward the painting on the wall. "Did you see Ingress?"

[badinlatin]

"Recent like? Shi a." Pausing for just a second, "Why?"