Sunday Night Bartending.

[bad_in_latin]

Specials:

Anyone who has had a birthday in November drinks half-off. Prove it, though.

There's really not enough birthday celebrations around Milliways, sometimes.

[ooc: slowtime or fade; your choice. :-* Thanks to all who tagged.]

Comments

[pirate_gibbs]

"Even if I were born in November, Captain, I'd have to travel all the way hom eto Bristol to prove it. And would have to hope the church still has the book." Never mind that he'd have to steal it and it's a long way to go for half off.

[bad_in_latin]

"When were you born then, Gibbs? The sixteen-seventies?"

Its easy to make old-guy jokes when the man's current year is centuries behind Mal's own.

[pirate_gibbs]

Gibbs give a year and day. "More or less. I've never really kept track, nor needed to. I'm my age, that's enough.

"Rum, Captain."

[bad_in_latin]

"Naturally."

By 'rum', Mal offers a tumbler of spiced rum the likes of which most civilized people wouldn't go near.

Mal loves it.

"Keepin' busy, what with Sparrow and Will and all comin' into the bar now again?"

[pirate_gibbs]

"The captain's been here," Gibbs asks with a bit of surprise. "I haven't seen him, but then, he does keep busy as well." He sips the rum, and tries not to wince. It's still rum, and he'll drink it. If he has to. "But aye, I have been busy. I take it you've seen Will's new ship?"

[bad_in_latin]

"That I have, after I punched 'im for leaving me in Singapore."

[pirate_gibbs]

Gibbs is surprised again. "I thought you left us." Clearly, the stories are getting all confused.

[bad_in_latin]

"Looks like you don't know me as well as you might've thought."

Mal explains about Will and Sao Feng, the deal, the jail and Mal's trading his pistol for an escape, and accidentally finding the bar door.

"Was another month or so before you came back."

[pirate_gibbs]

"Really? That doesn't sound like Will." Only then Gibbs thinks aobut it, about how Will and everyone else (but himself) spend the entire trip, from the Locker to the last battle, trying to betray one another. "I guess he's learned from Jack, after all. Maybe he really is a pirate."

[bad_in_latin]

Will died young.

"Oh, he is one to the bones, I think."

[pirate_gibbs]

"I've had my doubts. And what he's doing now...maybe there's a need for it, seei' that the dead do deserve their way off the sea and all, but it's hardly the life of a pirate.

"Not that he should be doin' that now. We don't need another Davey Jones." The thought is chilling enough that Gibbs drinks most of the odd rum.

[bad_in_latin]

"Fair enough," Mal agrees. "At least here, Elizabeth can see him."

[pirate_gibbs]

"I haven't run into here yet, either." He's beginning to wonder jsut how he keeps missing everyone but Will.

[bad_in_latin]

"If Will's here, I would just wait until you see his ship leavin', then watch Elizabeth come back inside."

[pirate_gibbs]

"Ah. OF course." He doesn't need to know more than that. "Is she still captain of her own ship?"

[bad_in_latin]

"So far's I know -- haven't talked to her on the topic. I should ask, though -- see if her Mandarin's improved any."