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[badinlatin]

"Five years."

Mal never remembers these things on his own. It's more when he steps up to the bar and he receives a note of congratulations from his mother the Barman and a cupcake from the bar.

"Wow."

Mal orders a Coke to go with the cupcake, requesting also a pad of paper and a ballpoint pen to get some notes written out for later.

Come on by when he settles into a booth. He's got the time, apparently.

[ooc: open. very open. not so open anymore! off to bed. <333]

Comments

[badinlatin]

"I'll keep that in mind when I get a job lined up?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"Sure. Why not? Haven't been off this rock in a while to a place that wasn't mine."

And, you know, if she survived summoning Verity, and talking to her, getting away might be good.

[badinlatin]

"And there's shooting of things! What could go wrong."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Everything." Jo smiled.

"But that's why you go."

[badinlatin]

"Maybe."

He doesn't want to admit that Kaylee and Inara and everyone else has always been right - that the chance of not coming back is always there, and Mal doesn't like it when it's not.

So he doesn't.

[tobeclosetohim]

He doesn't have to.

She knows the type. (Lives the type.)


"Could be fun. Definitely didn't mind your ship the last time."

[badinlatin]

"'Cause you made some coin off of idiot menfolk."

[tobeclosetohim]

"Well, if men choose is be idiots about a pretty face...."

[badinlatin]

"If women have to keep usin' wiles on unsuspecting men..."

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo smirked. "If we were all that sweet, no one would need crime."

[badinlatin]

"I have problems arguing with your logic."

[tobeclosetohim]

"It's why you like me," Jo said, cheekily smug.