003 ♂ [voice || A Central Bar]

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There are various noises coming a short distance away from the microphone, including chatter, chairs being pulled out, music, and the sound of liquid filling a glass. A gruff voice, much closer to the tablet says, "Gimme another." Then a pause. "They're still free, right

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[location: central bar]

[numbersnfigures]

Spencer's not usually the type to go out to a bar, but he decided to give Kate and Alexis some time alone back at the apartment. After closing up the library for the night, he got on the tram and decided to stop off in Central at one of the bars there.

The Extras kept insisting that the beer was free, but after rehab, Spencer found it prudent to stay away from all controlled substances. Narcotics and depressants were different things, to be sure, but he didn't want to take his chances. He wasn't really a drinker before the dilaudad incident, so he didn't find it to be much of a sacrifice. Instead, Spencer sat at the bar, sipping his Coke.

He had noticed Jayne and recognized him as Kaylee's companion, but after his first conversation with him, he didn't think it wise to speak up again. After his rant, however, Spencer couldn't hold his tongue.

"I've wondered that myself. It seems as though we must be part of some sort of experiment, though I certainly can't figure out their hypothesis. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to anything that happens in this place. I mean, why bring a large amount of law enforcement here but have no crime for them to manage? It's not very logical."

He took another sip of his Coke.

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Jayne slowly lifted his head, stared at the man incredulously, looked around himself to make sure he was actually the one being addressed, then snagged a bartender and ordered another drink.

"You're that fancy talkin' one that tried to get me to take a survey when I got here, aintcha?"

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[numbersnfigures]

Spencer glanced up briefly before staring back at his soda.

"Y-Yes, that's me. I'm running a statistical analysis of all of the inhabitants of this place and all data that I can add to it is greatly appreciated."

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"See now why you got to use all them big words? Tryin' to impress somebody?" He let out a huff of a laugh as he raised his glass to his lips. "Jus' makes ya sound pompous."

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[numbersnfigures]

"I'm not.. trying to. That's the overview of my research..."

Spencer took another drink. Truthfully, despite his smarts, Spencer was one of the most humble people you'd meet. He wasn't sure why Jayne kept projecting onto him.

[location: central bar] - i am so sorry for his mouth...

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Jayne couldn't help it if so much about Spencer reminded him of Simon. From the way he spoke, even to the way he dressed. It was all so pompous and formal. Or at least it was to Jayne's eyes.

"Maybe you should try loosenin' up a bit. You look tighter then a virgin's--" He was cut off as an Extra came by to ask if he'd like another drink.

"Sure, fill 'er up!"

[location: central bar] - ah ha it's all good

[numbersnfigures]

"Tighter than a virgin's...?"

It took him a second to finish that statement in his mind, and his cheeks flushed when it finally clicked. He'd never heard that one before. He wanted to chock it up to the fact that Jayne was drunk, but he was fairly sure he'd have said it sober as well.

"Kaylee has said the same thing to me. I'm not really sure how to be any other way..."

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Once he had his drink, Jayne swiveled his bar stool to look the man over. If Kaylee was giving him the "Loosen up," speech, maybe she saw him as a replacement for Simon. Like Jayne needed another scrawny know-it-all hanging around all the time. He already had to put up with River in her brother's absence.

"Not sure if you could be, to tell ya the truth. Look atcha, all buttoned up like you're goin' to Sunday dinner."

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[numbersnfigures]

"I-I work for the FBI. I have to look professional."

Never mind the fact that he usually wore Chuck Taylors in the field. That wasn't something that needed to be mentioned at this moment.

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[mercenaryacare]

"One: I dunno what that is. Two: you work for 'em here, an' you at work right now? If the answer to either of them thing's no, then you don't gotta look so damn professional."

He shook his head like he couldn't believe he had to spell this out for a fancy talking professional man.

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[numbersnfigures]

"Federal Bureau of Investigation. It's a national organization that deals with both criminal investigations and the collection of intelligence."

Truth be told, even though Spencer obviously wasn't going to work every day, putting on his work clothes made him feel better. Every morning, he still tucked his credentials in his pocket and attached his gun to his belt. It was a routine that comforted him and he wasn't about to stop.

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Jayne's muscles tightened, making him appear stiff. This guy was a Fed? Well Jayne had taken them on before in hand to hand and won, and there was no way this little pipsqueak would outmatch Jayne in such a fight.

It took a minute, but then his brain kicked in and he remembered that there was no Alliance here. This guy was a different kind of Fed. Still, it sounded like law enforcement so Jayne would have to stay on his guard.

"Ya tried these peanuts yet?" he asked, digging his hand into the bowl on the bar and trying to appear casual. Unfortunately, Jayne wasn't much of an actor, tending to lay things on pretty thick.