A night on the town

[in_the_latin]

Characters: Anybody from Serenity, especially the fine folks who posted here
Content: Everybody's favorite group of rogues and ne'er-do-wells have gathered at a local saloon to kick their feet up and have a few drinks. 'Course, nothing's ever that simple.
Setting: The Blue Stone saloon
Time: Sometime after dark, before Serenity starts its job

Comments

[takemesir]

Zoë appreciated the lack of hassle as well. When the Captain started a barfight, it meant she had to back him up, and that meant she'd be cleaning blood out of the butt of her rifle again.

All in all, an enormous inconvenience.

[in_the_latin]

When the captain started a barfight? Why was everyone so pessimistic lately?

"So," he asked, "Whaddya think about this?"

[takemesir]

"Think about what, sir?"

He'd need to be a little more specific.

[in_the_latin]

"Bout this job. Seems easy enough, but then gain, so did the last few."

[takemesir]

"Sometimes an easy job is just an easy job, sir," she philosophized. "And sometimes it ain't. Only way to find out is to hop in feet first and hope nothing bites 'em off."

[in_the_latin]

"Guess it depends on whether or not our client's holding out on us," he muttered. "I don't think she's the sort who can afford to be making enemies right now, though, not with a haul like that."

[takemesir]

"I can't see it either," Zoë agreed. "If this is a snake pit we're hopping into, it's a well-disguised one."

[in_the_latin]

Mal nodded in agreement. Maybe he was worrying over nothing, but truth be told it was hard not to, considering how often things went wrong for them.

"That won't necessarily stop anyone else from mucking it up," he replied. "Let's hope she's been as discrete as she wants us to be."