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

[supfirehawk]

"I can't argue with that logic." Except she could, but it was more entertaining to go along with it. "Think you'll make that your next venture after our hunt for the Vaults?"

[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."