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[Mal wakes up with a start, twitching in his seat as he's jolted out of slumber. He groans as he pulls himself upright from the table and sits up, head pounding and muscles aching from the awkward position he's been stuck in for hours. Disoriented, he blinks his eyes and raises a hand to rub the back of his sore neck - and realizes he's wearing the infamous floral bonnet he once wore for disguise on a job. Frowning, he takes the thing off his head and drops it on the table, his hair sticking out in every possible direction. That's when he sees the dress that went with the bonnet draped on the table as well, Jayne having put it there unbeknownst to Mal.]
What the hell...?
[He trails off, befuddled, staring at the items of clothing. The bottle and glasses on the table spell the story he's starting to recall himself as well, but he has a distinct memory of not having a bonnet in his head before he passed out. ...Passed out. Thanks to the drinks River kept insisting him to down. Was he a total chun zhu? Evidently. While he can face the consequences of his own drinking, allowing River to have her way like that was another thing. But at the time, he figured one tiny drink wouldn't harm anyone. She was already seventeen, after all. But now, he kind of wishes he could kick himself in the ass for being a gorram idiot. Mal knows Simon isn't going to be very pleased with him. But then again, when was he? Mal supposes he can hope the doctor doesn't poison his meal or somesuch.]
...Pai an jiao jue. This promises to be another great day.
[OOC: Comment spam or normal replies, all fine! Chun zhu = retarded pig, pai an jiao jue = wonderful (literally: slap the table and shout with praise)]
What the hell...?
[He trails off, befuddled, staring at the items of clothing. The bottle and glasses on the table spell the story he's starting to recall himself as well, but he has a distinct memory of not having a bonnet in his head before he passed out. ...Passed out. Thanks to the drinks River kept insisting him to down. Was he a total chun zhu? Evidently. While he can face the consequences of his own drinking, allowing River to have her way like that was another thing. But at the time, he figured one tiny drink wouldn't harm anyone. She was already seventeen, after all. But now, he kind of wishes he could kick himself in the ass for being a gorram idiot. Mal knows Simon isn't going to be very pleased with him. But then again, when was he? Mal supposes he can hope the doctor doesn't poison his meal or somesuch.]
...Pai an jiao jue. This promises to be another great day.
[OOC: Comment spam or normal replies, all fine! Chun zhu = retarded pig, pai an jiao jue = wonderful (literally: slap the table and shout with praise)]