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[bastardbytrade]

 [The comm clicks on to a lovely view of the ceiling in Sergei's. There's a fumble, a muttered cuss and then Mordecai's unmasked face appears on the screen.]

Ahh shit. I didn't want this video crap.

[Please hold while he grumbles to himself and downs the remnants of his glass.]

Booze and pool tables at Sergei's. Life is good. How about you all cut the

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[chopshopgoddess]

Always Mr. Pleasant.

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[bastardbytrade]

What can I say, I'm a loving guy.

[Dry tone is dry, but amused.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

Loving and compassionate til the end.

[Always amusing to talk to him.]

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[bastardbytrade]

Yeah, I'm a real people person. You should see me with kittens.

[He's not going to hold back on that chuckle.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

How about puppies?

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[bastardbytrade]

Eh, they're alright. Better when they aren't trying to chew your leg off. I like birds better anyway.

[And he's just realized the topic of conversation and is going to pause and... go for the switch.]

You up for a drink?

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[chopshopgoddess]

[She muffles a snort of laughter.]

Sure, always. You at Sergei's?

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[bastardbytrade]

Yep.

[Clink clink! He's pouring himself another drink.]

Been here a while now.

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[chopshopgoddess]

Alrighty. On my way, then.

[AND A WILD MIKAELA APPEARS]

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[bastardbytrade]

[Mordecai turns from the bar when she arrives and offers a smirk. The fact that he gives her a quick glance over isn't as subtle as it usually would be.

Yep. Still hot. He will never not be impressed. There's a half empty bottle of scotch on the bar in front of him and a mostly empty glass.]

Mikaela.

[It's about as close to a greeting as she's going to get. Mordecai nods to the chair beside him and motions to the bar.]

Choose your poison.

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[chopshopgoddess]

Hey, Mordecai.

[She flops onto the offered chair next to him, resting her hand on her chin. Yep, he's still hot too - and she flashes him a grin as she debates. Let's see. Pick your poison pick your poison...]

Hm. Whiskey. [Always her booze of choice. Time to snag some and down a couple.]

action! -- i like that icon.

[bastardbytrade]

[He grins when she sits down, watching her until she makes her decision.]

Whiskey. Good answer.

[Part of why he likes her is that she's feminine but not soft. No fruity girly drinks for any friends of his!.]

Best thing about this boat... [He pours himself another drink. Scotch on the rocks. Oh yeah.] Is the free booze.

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[chopshopgoddess]

[She smirks over at him.]

Glad you approve of it.

[She reaches for a bottle, pouring herself a glass. She doesn't bother with ice or mixing it with anything - when Mikaela drinks whiskey, she wants to feel it burn the whole way down.]

Yeah. 'S one nice perk out of all the other crap the place throws at us.

aahh sorry. i think i died for a few days there.

[bastardbytrade]

Eh, it's got a few points in it's favor.

[He downs a mouthful of drink.]

Good booze, good company... mostly.

[Morde tilts his drink and inspects the contents.]

Good ice.

[Yeah, he's tanked. You better catch up, Mikaela.]

same |D

[chopshopgoddess]

[...She'll have to start slamming them back to catch up. She pours herself another, shivering in mild delight as it burns it's way down. Aaah - he's right, the booze on the boat IS good.]

Mhm, the ice is good. Like the...fruit better.

[She's on her way.]