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A pirate walks into a bar.
Sounds like a funny joke, right? It's even funnier if you were paying attention and noticed that right before this pirate walked into the bar, it was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and brown jumpsuit.
Wash doesn't realise anything's amiss until he absently scratches his forehead. He stops. Then both hands are frantically groping at the bandanna tied around his head, and he looks down at himself and gapes at the outfit: boots, sword, vest, frilly shirt and all -- not to mention that his hair's suddenly grown at least a foot and a half. When he gives it a cautious tug, it's affirmed that no, this is not a wig.
"Oh, come on, how is this fair?" he complains to no one in particular. "I can't pull pranks on the ship anymore, but you can pull 'em on me?"
The Bar helpfully adds some earrings and a necklace.
"Gorrammit all to...."
And grumbling in both English and Mandarin, he shuffles toward his booth, costume clinking merrily with each step.
Sounds like a funny joke, right? It's even funnier if you were paying attention and noticed that right before this pirate walked into the bar, it was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and brown jumpsuit.
Wash doesn't realise anything's amiss until he absently scratches his forehead. He stops. Then both hands are frantically groping at the bandanna tied around his head, and he looks down at himself and gapes at the outfit: boots, sword, vest, frilly shirt and all -- not to mention that his hair's suddenly grown at least a foot and a half. When he gives it a cautious tug, it's affirmed that no, this is not a wig.
"Oh, come on, how is this fair?" he complains to no one in particular. "I can't pull pranks on the ship anymore, but you can pull 'em on me?"
The Bar helpfully adds some earrings and a necklace.
"Gorrammit all to...."
And grumbling in both English and Mandarin, he shuffles toward his booth, costume clinking merrily with each step.
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I'd like to meet her sometime.
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*she grins, pushing herself into a standing position again*
Well, I should be off. Bernard's sick -- gotta make sure he's not wasted away to nothing.
*Tonks holds out her hand.*
Good seeing you again, mate.
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*she grins, waving as she heads home*