Here is Mal, thankfully not smashing things in a rage this time around, but instead absorbed in a much more sedate activity. Said activity involves the kitchen table on board Serenity, and a frankly bizarre array of ingredients spread out across it, with a mixing jug in the middle. He appears to be doing something ungodly involving high protein
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Inara has changed into a much more simple dress and shawl and has been wandering around the ship, reminding herself of all the nooks and crannies. And she's headed into the kitchen at just the right wrong moment.
"That looks positively vile, Mal."
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"And it tastes every bit as vile as it looks, so at least it don't disappoint. Care for a glass?" Yes, he's fully expecting an emphatic 'no' here.
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However, something's caught Inara's eye -- beyond the rugged manliness of the Captain, of course. "But I might indulge in a little of your bourbon, if it's being offered up all on its own."
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"Please, be my guest." He gestures towards the table, inviting her to take a seat, before pulling a couple of untainted glasses from the nearest cupboard. "Reckon I'll join you, if you don't object. Ease the pain of my failure."
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"Bourbon was, believe it or not, my drink of choice throughout the latter years of my companion training," Inara tells him, resting her elbow on the table and leaning her chin in her hand. "There's a delicious cocktail, extremely old fashioned, called a Manhattan. Bourbon, red vermouth, a dash of bitters and a little cocktail cherry."
A gentleman at one of her pre-debut parties had introduced Inara to them and she'd rather fallen in love with the beverage, especially upon being assured that it wasn't a silly, girly sort of a cocktail. Inara had had aspirations of being something of a broad as a young woman. She laughs ruefully at the memory. "I drank a fair number of those."
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"Is that so?" He asks, with an intrigued raised eyebrow, after listening to her anecdote. He sets about pouring the bourbon as he continues. "I wouldn'tve conjured that the training houses would allow much in the way of drinking-- alcohol not bein' too conducive to poise and decorum and such."
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"And then there were a certain number of... non-sanctioned parties." Her lips curved impishly at the admission, and she took one of the glasses. "Ganbei," she toasted him, taking a sip.
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"Inara, do you mean to say you weren't always the very model of respectability?"
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"If I were ever truly and thoroughly respectable, would I have found my way onto a pirate ship?" She cocks an eyebrow teasingly at him. "Let alone feel at home here? ... You'd despise some of the girls I grew up with. All the Companion training onto a blank slate. Nothing beneath the layers of frou-frou."
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"While I object strongly to the term 'pirate', I take your point." He chuckles, privately delighted to hear her say she feels at home on his ship, though he won't acknowledge it out loud.
"...and I don't doubt it. Though presumably there was something beneath the layers. Ridiculously complicated undergarments, for example."
Well they are discussing Companions, after all. It wouldn't be right if he didn't make some kind of risqué comment.
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It's rare for her to let her guard down quite like this and she knows it, but something in her has relaxed a little in this strange place. There's no one to police her behavior, no one to ensure she's appropriate -- it's very, very odd.
But it's pleasant.
"Or, really, I suppose, the client. It varies a lot according to whatever is desired of us."
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"...and I assume some clients are more 'unconventional' than others." He observes wryly, taking another sip of his drink.
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Cutting herself off abruptly, she looks away from him, taking in the pale yellow kitchen, the flowers Kaylee painted on the wall. Her voice is softer when she finds it again. "Everything is so different here. The borderlines are wavering and I don't even know how everything works yet. I--"
I need one steady thing here and right now that's you. I'm scared and confused and frightened and elated and I've never lived without the Guild constantly being a factor, she thinks, but finding the words is so very difficult. Inara drains her glass and pours herself another.
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He watches her make short work of the bourbon, silent for a moment as he wrestles internally over whether he should just do what he'd like to, which is hug her. Eventually he settles for resting his hand gently on her arm.
"I know. 'Nara, I've been here for months and I still got no gorram clue what I'm doing. No Alliance, no work, no flyin' wherever the winds blow... I'm just as lost as you ( ... )
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And then she looks up to acknowledge his confession.
"We'll have to figure it out among ourselves." She leans in a little closer, affectionate, unconscious of the fact she's doing it -- that, in and of itself is rare. "I don't imagine anyone else knows any better, either, and -- and all the rules are different, aren't they?"
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He leans in closer too, a sort of unconscious reciprication, and replies, with a little bit of a smile. "Seems to me that there aren't any."
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