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[badinlatin]

They're floating somewhere near Santo at the moment, and Mal's high on the horse after a job that actually didn't have too many complications to it.

So he's in the bar like he totally has been forever and ever clearly and finding an honest-to-God ale at not quite 10 am.

What? It's fiber.

[ooc: Slowness re: work, etc.]

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[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

10 am is totally a legit time for drinking. Jason certainly thinks so. He has a beer, anyway.

Mal gets a nod of greeting. Jason is practicing being civilised to people.

[badinlatin]

It really does take constant work at times.

But Mal's gotten better.

"You're new."

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

"New-ish." Jason looks around, and lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "I've been in and out since I was eight or so, I think."

[badinlatin]

"Not always with that, hopin'."

Mal's pointing to the beer.

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

Jay grins and lifts it to him in a salute. "Depended who I could sweet-talk, mostly. Name's Jason."

[badinlatin]

"Mal."

No last names given, no last names offered. Which is fine.

"Don't let the Barmen hear you say that. Gets under their skin some."

[not-his-son.livejournal.com]

"Can't imagine why." Jason grins easily. "Don't worry, I got no intention of pissing off the boss around here. I like the place too much."

[sees_them_too]

Thanks to X, Luna has had a good sleep in one of the rooms upstairs. And while she can't say that things are better, being well rested does make them feel easier to face.

So does being well fed. Luna figures that, as long as she's here, she might as well have breakfast. It will still be before dawn when she gets back to Hogwarts.

Which means that there's a young witch (in very wrinkled clothes) sitting at the bar with a plate of waffles and strawberries. She offers the man a bit of a smile.

"Good morning."

[badinlatin]

"Mornin', miss."

Such blonde hair. So young. It throws Mal, for just a minute.

[sees_them_too]

Luna, on the other had, appears as steady as the stool on which she sits.

She couldn't quite say why she has decided to strike up a conversation with a stranger at the Bar. Except that it is likely the only opportunity she'll have for a normal conversation for a bit.

And then, he's alone as well. And perhaps he would like company.

"It's a lovely morning, isn't it?"

[badinlatin]

"I suppose so. Hard enough to tell when the main window is -- "

He jabs a thumb towards the observation window.

You know.

The destruction of the multiverse.

[sees_them_too]

Luna follows the thumb to look over her shoulder.

"Yes. I'm really not sure that there's a time of day to call that by."

It would make a good riddle. If there are no more days, how does one tell time?

"It's still quite lovely though," she adds, looking back away from the Window. "The view. That is, if you don't think too hard on what it is."

[badinlatin]

"How old are you, miss?"

Because Mal was about to go way too philosophical on her if she is as young as she looks.

[sees_them_too]

She's mildly puzzled at the question, but has no qualms about answering it.

Plus, she's rather curious as to where the answer might lead to.

"Fourteen this past February."

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

Katya cannot find anything wrong with this. After all, she has vodka. It is... um.


Vodka is a food group. A very very important food group.

"Perhaps, miss Bar, something... more?" She somehow ended up with a bowl of cereal, and this is Very Wrong. "Kolbasa, on black bread, it is good!"

The cereal stays put, stubbornly. The bangly blond girl refuses to eat it, stubbornly.

"And fruit?"

The requested sausage sandwich and an orange appear, replacing the cereal. The girl lights up, seizing on her new breakfast gleefully.
"Spasiba, miss Bar!"

[badinlatin]

Vodka. It is also fiber. From potatoes! Mal thinks.

"She does indeed like to dictate diet. Sometimes."

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

She grins at him, digging a nail into the thick rind of the orange to pry it open.
"I think she has help - there is a doctor here who has taken an alarming degree of interest in my health." She confides, cheerfully.

Of course, considering said doctor had to piece her together from rags, she conceeds (at least in the privacy of her own head) that he may have a point.

[badinlatin]

"Which doctor? I know a couple of 'em."

A vampire being one.

Rutting Milliways.

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

She just barely remembers to not call him by her superior's nickname - she's fairly sure if she did that, Olya would kick her straight back into the farthest reaches of the Gloom and leave her there.
"Doctor McCoy - he is an American, I think. Though I did see others, when I was in the infirmary."

[badinlatin]

"There's always folk in and out o' there for sure."

She doesn't...look like she has been needing care recently. But you never can tell.

"He fix you up alright?"

[yosafbridge]

The movement of the woman who seats herself a few barstools down (what, she's not crazy enough to put herself that close to his holster) could only be described as smooth - fluid and graceful, seemingly casual and yet practiced and trained.

"Been a while, hubby dearest."

[badinlatin]

"Not long enough."

This passes for 'Hello'.

[filemyclaim]

Ale is a good thing.

A very good thing.

Dixie's tipping back a glass of wine as she eyes Mal from a seat away.

[badinlatin]

What's it with the blonde girls watching him all the gorram time?

She can keep watching, for all that Mal cares.

But when it becomes obvious to them both that they can't avoid each other --

"Can I help you?"

[filemyclaim]

She smirks back at him. "Just admiring the view." It's a very nice view. She lifts her glass and toasts him. "No harm in a gal looking, is there?"