Arriba, abajo;

[idkmybffbloodwing]

CHARACTERS: Mordecai, OPEN!
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Mordecai found the bar. Good luck getting him to leave, ever.
NOTES: Prose or action is fine, take your pick. Oh, and feel free to join existing threads or start a new one.

It was amazing how quickly time could pass. Already, Mordecai had been stuck on this damn ship for a week - a week too long, in his opinion, but there wasn't much to do about that. Most of his and Lilith's thoughts on how they might get out of here already had proven futile. Having spent as much time reading the comms as he had, though, that didn't really surprise him. There wasn't much that they'd thought of that hadn't already been tried.

He wasn't about to give up on at least finding out more about the workings of the place, though. There was a lot of information out there that the ship's other residents knew that wasn't written down in any obvious place - he'd learned that much already from Jaye and her descriptions of the ship's interior. He doubted those he really wanted information from - namely, the ship's Captain and Commander - would ever visit the bar and talk openly with the passengers while inebriated. That would be too good to be true. But getting to know a few more people could yield surprising results.

Well, that, and really, he just wanted a drink, so justifying it to himself didn't actually matter. Besides, he was curious about the place. He sent a quick text to Lilith, who he'd never known to turn down a night of social drinking, then headed on in to see who was there, and most importantly, what the regulars recommended he try.

Comments

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Sure, if they give me 80 percent of the profit."

[supfirehawk]

"Good luck getting that kind of a deal."

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Hey, with my name on it? Might be possible. I'm sure not gonna settle for less when I can make plenty dealing guns and collecting bounties."

[supfirehawk]

"Yeah, but you could still do that on the side. The main work would be finding the toddlers. After that, the rest is easy."

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Mm. Good point. Though, colonizing another galaxy. That'd probably take too much outta the show's budget." He chuckled at that - man, everything was funny right now - and downed the contents of his glass, then smiled. "Y'know, I'm glad you're here, even if it means Sanctuary doesn't have one of us right now. At least for right here an' right now, we're doin' okay."

[supfirehawk]

She matched his smile and folded her arms onto the bar. "And we've got a better chance of going home with the both of us working on it."

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Damn right we do." Hmm. Should he have more? Maybe it wouldn't hurt to just finish off the bottle. Be a shame to leave it sitting around open, after all. Not all alcohol kept well when opened.

[supfirehawk]

She could see him eying the bottle again and knew this could go on for a while. "How long are you planning to stay here?"

[idkmybffbloodwing]

He shrugged and gave a noncommittal grunt. "What, you got somewhere to be?"

[supfirehawk]

"No, but I was thinking I'd take a walk around the ship. I want to familiarize myself with it more."

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Oh. Yeah. You should go do that." He'd done some of that himself, and right now he had zero desire to get up and walk around. It was comfortable here. He'd make his way back to his room later. Eventually.

[supfirehawk]

She got up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Message me if you're about to pass out at the bar," she joked.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

He grinned and waved her off, then reached for the bottle to pour some more for himself. "Yeah, yeah. Later."

[killarevolution]

"Nope," Haymitch drawled. "But it's stronger than white liquor, so it's got that going for it." He was never going to get used to calling it vodka, despite what Russia insisted. Never mind that the stuff Ripper made was a bit stronger than standard vodka and tasted less like lighter fluid.

"You just arrive?" Small talk was the bane of Haymitch's existence, but he was getting to that point in drunkenness where he talked to fill space and kept from throwing up and passing out on the floor. One of these options was better than the other.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

White liquor could be the name of just about anything. Didn't matter what it was stronger than, though, just that it was strong. "Yeah, this last jump. How long've you been here?"

[tigers]

Moran was hardly the most welcome customer in the bar in recent days. It was completely understandable, really--even to him. After all, he had only shot one of their most beloved bartenders for the entire network to see and gotten off with only a week in the brig and a month's ban from the shooting range.

Even if it had taken him a good five minutes of negotiation and argument just to get one glass of whiskey out of any of the bartenders, that shot was well worth it. Even if he'd been punched twice in the face after that incident and the bruising still hasn't faded even a week later, it was all worth it. Months without firing a gun at anything living or breathing or moving had him pacing the floor. That shot proved to him that his nerve was still there. Then, as he sat in the bar with his glass, he was somewhat satisfied and incredibly smug. Even if he wasn't remotely drunk.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

By now he was getting a feel for who was a regular and who wasn't, so when someone he didn't recognize showed up and started making a scene just a few spaces down from him at the bar, he took notice. "The hell's that all about?"

[killarevolution]

Haymitch rolled down the sleeve of his jumpsuit to check the number on it- after awhile, you stopped caring so much and then forgot about it. 005. "About six jumps now. Haven't really been paying much attention. One jump's the same as the next. Still stuck here, still trying to get by."

[idkmybffbloodwing]

He flagged down the bartender and managed to get himself a beer, then had a drink. "'Bout half a year, then, huh? Damn. I was hoping I'd be gone before I had to be here that long, but from what I've been hearing, guess that'll be a little too much to ask for."

[tigers]

Moran quirked an eyebrow as he took his seat with his newly acquired drink, calm and hardly looking ruffled at all despite the commotion with the bartender. "You may need to specify, chum."

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Sure seemed like a hell of a hard thing, convincing them you needed a drink. Get kicked out one too many times for havin' a little too much?" The guy didn't look like someone who'd get into a fistfight, but you never knew when booze was involved.

[killarevolution]

"People come and go all the time, but it's probably not the way you want to leave and sometimes the ship puts you right back here." He sucked the last dregs out of his glass and waved a finger for another. "I went home for a few months, came back here, and it was like I'd never left." As soon as the bartender gave him his drink, he raised it sardonically. "So welcome back, Haymitch. Here's to another six months of listening to other people try to get themselves killed."

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Heh. Yeah, that's shit, gettin' pulled back in here like that. When you were back at home, did you remember bein' here at all? I hear some people have weird memory stuff happen when they go back an' forth."

[killarevolution]

"Not a thing," Haymitch shrugged, downing half the glass. He cracked his neck a bit to work a kink out that had settled since he'd been hunched over the bar for a good hour now and before that he'd fallen asleep on a couch in the 005 common room. Again.

"Just went back to my life as usual. Sort of makes you wonder."

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"Sure does. This stuff could be goin' on all the time to a hell of a lotta people, and nobody'd even know." There had to be some kind of reason for it. Random chance was a powerful thing, but this was a little too complex for him to just shrug it off without looking for an answer somewhere.