Oct 30, 2005 20:00
A very tall Companion-in-training enters gracefully through the front door, tassels of the student robes swinging wildly in front of their face as they walk, obscuring any solid view of who it is.
Come buy the newcomer a drink?
kaylee frye,
jack bauer,
mal reynolds,
xander harris,
raven,
sheila na gig
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"If you're trying to pull that off, you really gotta thrust your hips a bit more, sweety."
Says the pregnant "man" sitting watching the universes end.
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"Thanks, I'll have to --"
Pause.
"Is that a pillow under there?"
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"Uh, no. That a broom handle under there?"
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"No...sir. No broom handles anywhere visible or hidden on my person."
A weird sort of smirk. "Though I don't peg you as what you look to be either."
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She points to the robes.
"You hidin' from someone?"
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"Don't think we've ever met though - name's Mal Reynolds."
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"Sheela-na-gig, but call me Sheila. Well met, Mal Reynolds. And I think I'd wear a dress only my brother'd never let me live afterwards if someone come up and asked him why he'd been wearing a dress when he hasn't.
"Unless you count when he was in India. Bet he wore dress-like things then."
She grins.
"So, you dressed up like a girl, like a cowboy, or both?"
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"The girlfriend picked it."
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She means the gold.
"And I like the pants. But... eh? Companion training whatsitnow?"
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Mal's usually this bad at explanations.
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It's a good enough explanation.
"They're letting in guys?"
Not that she's old-fashioned. Just... old-fashioned.
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"Boywhores are important too."
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"Sorry, say that again, please? Just the boywhore bit."
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Mal fails to understand the confusion, but still smiles.
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Amusement.
ACCENT LOVE, even.
She squees. It looks very undignified in her brother's body. But she still does it.
"Ohgod, BOYWHORES. Where can I get me one of them?"
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"Pretty much every Training House or Companion Temple. They're always there, but just fewer 'n the girls at a particular place."
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