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.

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[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?"

[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.

[tigers]

Moran chuckle darkly, gaze shifting momentarily to the bartender who he's just come from arguing with.

"None of that, my good man, but I may have done something else to earn just a bit of scorn. Too soft-hearted, the lot of 'em. Don't take kindly to self defense when it's against one of their own."

It had hardly been self defense.

[idkmybffbloodwing]

"What, her?" he asked, glancing over at the bartender. "She doesn't look like she could do much damage. Not much to defend against." Looks could be deceiving, though, as he was well aware, and he wasn't one to assume people were harmless. Whether it was her, or the guy he was talking to, for that matter.

[tigers]

"Guns can cause quite a bit of damage, chum," he replies, quirking an eyebrow. "Ask the woman with the splinted arm if you don't believe me."

[idkmybffbloodwing]

He gulped down some of his drink, then gave her a sideways glance. "She tried to shoot you, huh? What'd you do to piss her off that bad?"

[tigers]

Moran simply chuckles again, far too pleased with himself despite the bruising beneath his eyes

"Depends on the way you look at it," he replies smugly. "Either way, I got my claws in her first."