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Serenity's got about another 32 hours before they hit Ezra.

The waiting before a job is usually the worst part, and today Mal is feeling it more so than others. He's checking in with the bar when he receives an eyepatch and a watergun the likes of which he hasn't seen since that ridiculous Assassin game in April.

There's a smirk when he shoves the eyepatch into his pocket, hopping behind the bar and scrawling out a sign before asking Bar for a 3' by 5' cloth.

Mal walks out the door to the lake, damn near whistling.

[ooc: I'm on gchat for any coordinating that might want to happen. Uh. It's not a huge boat, but it'll do. I'll put up an organizing post somewhere if this gets people involved.

ETA: This thread is for any arrivals if you are participating in shenanigans.

ETA AGAIN: OOC COMMUNICATIONS.

And it continues: The Battle Thread. Onlookers welcome.

And food for the spectators. And the winner, obviously.]

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"Probably."

Sighs Mikey.

"Oh! You dig, my good man, ya' dig?
Here, take the plates and I'll make with the shoveling, since you know I know where they are and stuff."

Mike walks over and hands Ianto the poisoned plates, before he starts to dig. There might be an occasional hiss as the steam escapes.

"hothothot."

Ianto holds the plates.

"Don't you have oven mitts or something?"

"Mits are for the weak! andforpeoplewhoremembertopackthem. I'm good. I'll just...shift here...for...a second."

Somewhere in the bar a patron is unaware that the ice in his drink has begun to melt.

"Much better. Aaaaaaand. Viola!"

The salt shell is cracked and the sweet smell of freshly steamed seafood fills the air.

"OH yeah, that's the stuff."

"Oh, god," Ianto says softly, closing his eyes to inhale the scent. "That's brilliant."

"There are so many briny deep jokes that I'm not making right now. I just thought you should know. Plate!"

Mike holds out his hand for Ianto's plate.

Ianto hands a plate over. "I suspect that's an American cultural reference I don't understand."

"Yup. Referencing cunnilingus."

Responds Mike, all matter of fact like.

"Want some tail?"

Ianto snorts. "Charming, you.

"I'd love some tail."

"That's what they tell me."

He shoots Ianto his most charming smile, which...is actually kind of charming in its own mildly manic beach bum way.

Mike then breaks the tail off a lobster and places it center on the plate. He then surrounds the lobster with about a half dozen steamed clams.

"And there's crab legs, should you be a leg man."

"I'm definitely a leg man. Pile it on, please."

"I love a man with a big appetite."

Mike does as he's told, and as such some Alaskan King Crab legs are added to the plate.

"Kind of looks like some sort of Area 51 autopsy tray."

"Alien blood tends to be black," Ianto says and helps himself to some citrus slices. "Thanks. Smells so good."

"Does it?
"I tried not to make a point of sticking around long enough to really pay much attention to blood color.""

Asks Mike over his shoulder as he helps himself to the clam bake.

"You're more than welcome."

"Yup. I've watched more than my share of autopsies. There's probably more to come."

He squeezes lemon juice over the lobster and starts eating. There is not an audible oh my god but there is reverent silence for really good food.

He pulls a face.

"Yeah...no. Not so much. I mean, I'll totally dress something I'm going to cook, but cut something up to see what makes it tick? No thanks."

"That's vivisection," Ianto says and swallows. "Cutting up something to see what makes it tick.

"Autopsies are for seeing what made it die."

"Six of one, half dozen of the other. I'm really okay with avoiding both."

"Never get a job defending the earth, in that case." Ianto drinks some smoothie.

"See, this is one of the many reasons I retired and became a bartender."

"It is the life," Ianto remarks. "Endless patrons to amuse you, beautiful view, a lady who likes you in black silk pajamas . . . I've half a mind to retire here myself. Screw defending the earth. It can get on without me."

He smiles a bit to himself because . . . yeah, that'll be the day.

"Not to belittle your efforts there, Big Guy, but it did get to this point without a whole lot of effort on your part. Not to mention how many Earth's there are out there.

If you're ever looking for work, lemme know."

Ianto snorts. "I don't kid myself I'm Superman. I'm just part of a long tradition.

"But I'll keep that in mind. Right now I don't mind going home."

Home.
Now there's a word that hasn't meant New York for Mike in a good long while.
He sighs, not unpleasantly.

"Yeah, I have to say that's a good deal of charm that goes with that notion."

[ooc: Sure thing.]

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