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[landfall]

[ Here, Barge, have Racetrack who has just woken up from being a Navy sailor and fighting pirates and seriously what the frak. ]

I am so confused.

[ Help. :c ]

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[landfall]

...then what were you shot with?

[deshabille]

Crossbows, largely.

[landfall]

Really? I'm not sure I've ever seen a crossbow.

[deshabille]

Well, I hadn't ever seen a gun before just now, so we're brothers in ignorance.

[landfall]

The Admiral did say there would be some people from pretty weird places around here.

[deshabille]

Mm, and here's one of them right in front of me.

[landfall]

Point taken.

[deshabille]

All a matter of perspective.

Are you going after that hangover?

[landfall]

Yes.

I am.

[deshabille]

[A noncommittal noise.]

Maybe I'll meet you there.

[landfall]

Maybe, huh?

[ ooo look who's playin' it ~cool~ ]

[deshabille]

Well, you did shoot me. You owe me a drink.

[landfall]

You tried to knife me and also you stole my shirt.

[deshabille]

You used your shirt as a decoy and I needed bandages. I fail to see what's wrong with this.

And I did not try to knife you, I deliberately missed.

Also, I don't think you actually have to pay anyway.

[landfall]

It's the principal of the thing.

[ But she's laughing. ]

I'll be there.

[deshabille]

[Good.]

I'll find you.

[landfall]

[ Well if and when Mal shows up guess who's drinking through the place to see if anything tastes like ambrosia from home.

She has small amounts of drink in several different glasses. Might as well take her time and taste around. ]

[deshabille]

[Mal, of course, takes her own sweet time. When she does get there, she smiles in satisfaction - it passes inspection, at least the first sweep. And the chairs aren't stuck to the floor, even.]

[She slides into the seat next to Racetrack without any greeting whatsoever.]

[landfall]

[ all the better for her to nudge you with an elbow! ] Hey, pirate.

[ What is your name again? ]

What'll you have?

[deshabille]

[A light smile.]

Whatever's on tap. As opposed to - everything, which I see you've gone for.

[Amused and approving. O Racetrack.]

[landfall]

Nothing tastes quite right. It's not bad...

[ 'scuze her, she's going to go secure that drink for you. ]

[deshabille]

[When she returns - thank you, Racetrack - she nods, takes it, doesn't drink yet. Instead she looks up curiously.]

What are you used to?

[landfall]

At the moment?

[ Thuds right back on into that chair. ]

Reprocessed algae, horrible rotgut from homemade stills, and pointless pining for stuff that got left behind.

[deshabille]

[A smirk.]

Well. Given the terrible homemade stills I left behind, I'll take this.

[landfall]

Me too. I think my taste buds are getting a workout for the first time in four years.