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[slayer_fray]

Mel's in the bar.

Or, more specifically, above the bar, playing on the rafters like a climbing frame, spinning around one, flipping into handstands, and cartwheels.

Basically, she looks like she has energy to burn. As she has both gun and scythe on her, be careful nothing falls down and hits you.

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[in-it.livejournal.com]

And Andrew was watching her placidly from his place at the bar, occasionally smirking at her antics.

"You make it look so easy," he called up to her at length.

[slayer_fray]

Mel freezes at the sound of his voice, standing on one straight arm, which softens as she lowers herself, curling her body around to sit on the rafter. She doesn't look around.

"It is easy."

[in-it.livejournal.com]

Right.

"Um, for you, sure. But for a pitiful peon like myself? Not so much." The corners of Andrew's mouth turned down just a fraction. Her cold reception had not been what he had been expecting.

[slayer_fray]

She shrugs.

"True. Guess I forget that sometimes."

I'm not normal.

[in-it.livejournal.com]

"Uh, please feel free to ignore me if you don't want to answer this, but is everything okay?"

Did I do something?

Andrew blinked wide, curious eyes up at her.

[slayer_fray]

She turns to look down at him now, but her hair falls down in front of her face, leaving it in shadow and difficult to read.

"Yeah, everything's fine."

[in-it.livejournal.com]

Why don't I believe that?

"Oh. Okay." Andrew stared back up at her a moment more and then looked away again, swallowing hard.

[slayer_fray]

Mel waits for a few seconds, before flipping back up into a handstand and continuing with what she was doing.

[mnt_mike]

There might be the sound of someone munching on popcorn coming from that dark, shady corner over there.
Or maybe it's just her imagination.

[slayer_fray]

If it is just her imagination, she has a very vivd one, because as she heads over towards the corner in a series on backflips along the rafter, the noise gets louder and she can smell the popcorn.

And the warm body she sits down next to is very comfy, and the popcorn tastes very good, y'know, for figments.

[mnt_mike]

"It has golden flavored topping. Made with 100% real golden."

He says offering up a few kernals for her consumption.

[slayer_fray]

She eats the popcorn right off his hand, sucking the flavouring off his fingers.

"Where do they catch the golden, I wonder? Or do they produce it in farms?"

[mnt_mike]

"Well, it used to be wild Golden. But then they found that you could get more profit by factory farming it. But the ASPCA got wind, and now there's a whole slew of free-range Golden farms across the country."

[slayer_fray]

"So is this factory Golden or free range Golden? Or all-natural organic Golden?"

Mel's been watching too many commercials.

[mnt_mike]

"Free range and organic golden. Only the best for our popcorn. That factory stuff tastes more like Copper. And really, who wants Copper on their popcorn?

Looking good out there. Well, to be fair, you're looking good over here as well."

[slayer_fray]

"Or Bronze," Mel pulls a gace to show just how much she hates Bronze popcorn.

"Thanks," she rests her head against his shoulder. "How did you get up here?"

[mnt_mike]

Mike unleashes the power of Jazz Hands.

"Maaaaagic."

[badinlatin]

Mal peers up into the rafters, attempting to figure out what the hell is moving around up there.

[slayer_fray]

Mel feels the staring, and drops to hang, simian-like from one hand, tilting her head at him.

"Hey."

[badinlatin]

"W...Wèi," Mal offers in slight surprise. "Having fun?"

[slayer_fray]

Mel smirks.

"No point doin' anythin' if it ain't fun..."

She swings back once, and launches herself to land by him, extending a hand.

"I'm Mel."

[badinlatin]

"My kind o' plan. Mal, Mal Reynolds." Mal returns the handshake.

"Not many folk think bouncin' about on rafters is fun."

[slayer_fray]

Mel shrugs with one shoulder.

"Most folk're spun, but, it depends how much space y'got. Not a lot of room to bounce around anywhere else around here."

[badinlatin]

"Been spun 'round by too many people to find it entertainin'."

"Want somethin' from the bar, Mel?"

[slayer_fray]

"If you're offrin'," Mel smiles. "Scotch?

"So when're ya from?" she adds, hopping on to a barstool.