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[badinlatin]

The bar door opens wide and hits its baseboards with a slam, a blur of brown leather somersaulting in to land on the floor.

At least when he lands, he still has both pistol and honest-to-Fozu bag of platinum.





...but Mal might need to stay on the floor. Just for a minute.

"Ow."

[ooc: heading off to bed.]

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[not_his_pa]

"I know and wish I could but never been able to make it work."

[badinlatin]

"Keep tryin' I think. It's worth it."

Mal shrugs, as though out of worthwhile things to say. "What're you reading?"

[not_his_pa]

"Kidnapped, I like it and I'm readin' all the books I can by the author. He writes good adventure stories."

[badinlatin]

Wait.

"Don't you basically live adventure stories?"

[not_his_pa]

"No, not really and this is set someplace else."

[badinlatin]

"If you say so, man who goes to the end of the 'verse and talks with folks who live in space."

[not_his_pa]

"Well, yeah, but I still like readin' about other places and talkin' to folks."

[badinlatin]

"Fair enough.

"Specially folk who fall into the bar."

[ooc; you to fade?]

[not_his_pa]

(OOC: That works. Thank you for the thread, he and Sallie should talk again.)

"Like you."