young hunks taking shots stripping down to dirty socks music up getting hot kiss me

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CHARACTERS: Who's that giiiiiiiiiiirl... it's anybody!
LOCATION: Space Babylon; it's still open for regular business so even if you're not there for the vampire party planner, it's all good.
WARNINGS: DRINKING? Language, most likely. Potential drug use. ( will update as needed )
SUMMARY: YAY KLAUS IS GONE let's party like we could have died at any moment for months upon months.
NOTES: I have no excuse for this cop out of a log.





❝ PARTY ON, WAYNE ❞

❝ PARTY ON, GARTH ❞

Comments

[doc_pompous]

[He manages to laugh a little, at that.]

Somehow I don't feel like they're the type to enjoy anything.

[talkstoengines]

Really? [She smiles faintly.] Somethin' tells me they enjoy each other once in a while.

[doc_pompous]

[Blink blink. Blink. He doesn't seem to get it at first, but soon enough, it sinks in.]

Wh--you think so? The two of them?

[talkstoengines]

Sure, why not? [She shrugs, still smiling faintly.] Imagine, only two survivors of a terrible accident, you gotta pick up the pieces... [It's obvious to her.]

[doc_pompous]

Yes, I...suppose that makes sense.

[But now that she's said it, it's totally the only thing he'll be able to think about when someone mentions either of them.]

[talkstoengines]

You know... [She nudges him affectionately with her elbow, somewhat oblivious to what he's thinking.] The more you drink, the better it tastes.

[doc_pompous]

So I've noticed.

[It's perhaps evident in the next gulp he takes--still hard to get down, but he's doing better than he was ten minutes ago.]

Almost like home. Except for the music.

[talkstoengines]

[Home. Kaylee takes another drink, not even noticing the taste. She'd almost rather be drinking mudders' milk. At least that's familiar.]

I miss her.

[It's not that her happiness is a front, or an act of any kind. But even Kaylee has her moments. She's made friends here, sure, just like she could make friends anywhere. But nothing could ever replace Serenity or her crew.]

[doc_pompous]

[He's quiet for a second--he can't say he has quite the attachment to Serenity that Kaylee does, but this ship is too big, too unfamiliar. It's not home.]

I do, too.

[Simon pauses again, not quite sure how to say exactly what's on his mind.]

I keep thinking we'll just wake up one day and be back and it'll have been like no time passed at all.

[talkstoengines]

I keep wishin' we will. Some folks disappear, they say they go back home, right?

[She frowns a little at him.] You think they're doin' okay, without us?

[doc_pompous]

That's what I've heard. They go back, and they don't remember being here.

[They should be so lucky. As for their presumed absence--Serenity got on without him before (albeit not as well when it came to stitching up gunshot wounds, probably), but Kaylee was a different story. He decided very quickly that he didn't quite want to think about that.]

They're safe at home, that's what matters.

[talkstoengines]

[She doesn't even consider that, really. He's part of the crew now, him and River, and it's just a given, as far as she's concerned, that the ship is better with all of them.]

We'll get back. Together. You, River and me.

[doc_pompous]

[He nods, disguising his worry in another sip of the drink. He wants to believe it, he just doesn't know if he can.]

We'll find a way back. I promise.