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[bad_in_latin]

Sometime after the Delicate Flowers party (which could and probably will go on all night, for all Mal knows), Mal is descending the staircase to the main bar, pulling off a Santa hat and dusting off as much glitter as possible

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[gonna_live]

When the chance came to tell the story, Kaylee thought it would be a good idea to take it.

So now when she sees Mal poke his head through, she stands up from the table where she's waiting for him. "We good?"

[bad_in_latin]

"That we are." The door closes behind Mal, before he can spin on his heel and keep it propped open.

"Gorramit. Where's that...bespectacled one?"

[v_knidh8er]

If only Mal were to look to the right of the Front Door he would see the Loompa in question backing out of a doorway that appears to have been cut out of the wall itself.

Glasses looks as if he's trying to drag a bag much larger than the three foot square doorway will allow.

"aaaaAHHHHHHaahhhh!"

Frustration, thy name is Led Zepplin.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee looks at Mal.

[bad_in_latin]

Oh. There he is.

(Not now, Kaylee.)

"Do you think...sir?"

Is he a sir? Mal is boggled.

"Could you open the door again, same place as last time?"

[v_knidh8er]

Glasses jumps back, startled.
Once his composure is returned he glares.
Sneaking up on someone when they're clearly focusing on something else? That's just NOT ON.

Taking a step back from the bag, he folds his arms and considers.
You can't get something for nothing, you know.

He looks from Kaylee to Mal to the Door...and grins. It's a grin that stretches quite literally from ear to ear.

He makes his way over to the door, but stops short before reaching his hand up to grasp the knob.

The series of gestures that follow seem to indicate that he'll open the door, if Mal gets the bag through the smaller door to the right.

[bad_in_latin]

Mal audibly groans. "Okay, okay..."

The captain rubs his palms together gamefully, grabbing ahold of the bag with both hands and tugging.

-- And tugging.

-- And downright yanking.

He's flustered by the end of it, but at least he doesn't stumble backwards when the bag finally is forced through the door.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee rolls her eyes and walks out of the bar.

[v_knidh8er]

The moment she crosses the threshold Glasses wolf whistles under his breath, leaning slightly so as to get a better view of her as she walks.

He hates to see her leave, but he loves to watch her go.

[bad_in_latin]

"Watch it," Mal grunts.

Perverted orange person. Quasi-person.

Mal leaves, and the door is slow in closing.

[v_knidh8er]

Glasses laughs. It sounds like a cackle from a much older man.
Before the door shuts completely he's able to offer a not so very adult two fingered salute.

Child-sized jack boots clomp on the floor as he returns to his garbage detail, dragging the much larger bag across the floor of the Main bar, disappearing into a stray shadow.

[un_fallen]

There's only a crack of light remaining in the slowly-closing doorway behind Mal, but Raguel manages to catch the door before it closes completely. He's been meaning to grab Mal, see if he's open to maybe letting Raguel back into his 'verse for long enough to do what needs to be done. But this way, maybe, is a little easier on everyone's consciences.

He pulls the door open to wherever Mal's just gone and takes a breath, steeling himself. He steps through to interrupt a conversation.