008: [location: serenity] & [accidental visual]

[skyfrome.livejournal.com]

Here is Mal, thankfully not smashing things in a rage this time around, but instead absorbed in a much more sedate activity. Said activity involves the kitchen table on board Serenity, and a frankly bizarre array of ingredients spread out across it, with a mixing jug in the middle. He appears to be doing something ungodly involving high protein milk bars, oatmeal, sarsparilla, root beer, chocolate milk and... bourbon. An educated viewer might recognize some of these as the formula for making Mudder's Milk, the local drink of Canton. An uneducated viewer might just think he has malfunctioning taste buds.

In any case, once he's done mixing the suspect concoction, he raises the jug to his mouth and takes a deep glug, before promptly spitting a large quantity of it back out again, and wiping his lips with quite evident revulsion.

"Well, if that ain't just the most disgustin' thing I ever had in my mouth." 

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Hell, why not. Haven't had a good drink for weeks.

[... Actually, why are they not friends yet? Oh. Wait. There was the whole Kaylee thing. Riiiiight.]

[skyfrome.livejournal.com]

"Shiny. You got a venue of choice? I haven't sampled much of Taxon's facilities."

...Because he spends too much of his time holed up in his ship like a crazy hermit is the subtext here. Also yes, there was that-- but as he never saw Kaylee in floods of tears over it, he's willing to water under the bridge that one. And yes, that is a verb.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Not sure. The only place I know of is that Fangtasia place, which burned down. [He sounds vaguely smug about that.] And The Bronze is gone, so. I'm not against the idea of wandering 'til we find something, you?

[skyfrome.livejournal.com]

"Oh, is that the smokin' wreck I walked past not a day or two ago? Wondered about that." It's very easy to stay out of all that sort of drama if you're not directly involved... which frankly he had no desire to be. He's still somewhat in denial about the fact that vampires even exist.

"Can't say I ever visited the Bronze, anyhow." Though he knew of it, vaguely. "Sounds like a solid plan to me. Meet you in Sanctuary Square in twenty?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

You actually left your ship? [Hurr, snark snark, says Dean.]

Sounds good to me. See you.

[location: Sanctuary Square]

[skyfrome.livejournal.com]

"Now if your auto was as fine as my ship, you wouldn't leave it either." My mode of transportation is cooler than yours, nyeah nyeah, says Mal.

"Sure thing." He nods, before shutting off the tablet.

...He'll be there at the appointed time- maybe slightly before, hands in the pockets of his brown coat and kicking the dust idly with his boots.

[location: Sanctuary Square]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Mal, don't start a war. Dean would reply to that, except Mal turns off his tablet. So of course, Dean spends the entire ride to the Sanctuary thinking of something in response to that. When he gets there, he parks, and climbs out.

"Hey, don't diss the wheels, man," Dean calls out. Yes, that's all he could think of.

[location: Sanctuary Square]

[skyfrome.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't even dream of it!" He calls back, in an exaggeratedly innocent sort of way that says he entirely would.

In truth, it is a pretty nice car, even if it just looks like an antique in Mal's eyes. Probably priceless if it was ever fenced, of course. Not that that means anything here in Taxon, and not that he has grand theft auto in mind for this evening.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean would roll his eyes if he were a lesser man. Which, y'know, he is, so he does actually roll his eyes and come to a stop in front of Mal.

"So where are we going first, then?"

[skyfrome.livejournal.com]

"And here I thought you were the one s'posed to know all the good places. With how you get out and all." This is great, because Mal is also a lesser man, and quite adept at pointless bickering.

Still, he pulls out his tablet, brings up the 3-D map, and gestures at a specific dot, illustratively. "I took the liberty of a little research. This here's called the 'Angry Skunk Bar'-- don't know how good it is, but I ain't fussy, provided there's alcohol and chairs."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sure. Like I said before, only places I went to burned down or vanished. At least I actually knew a few bars beforehand." Yes, he's making fun of your hermitness, Mal.

Dean peers over at the map, and shrugs. "'Angry Skunk'? These bars need to get some better names." But, hey, it's a place with alcohol. Dean is just as relaxed about the whole bar scene as Mal. "Alright, c'mon then. Angry Skunk it is."