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[bad_in_thelatin]

[Mal wakes up with a start, twitching in his seat as he's jolted out of slumber. He groans as he pulls himself upright from the table and sits up, head pounding and muscles aching from the awkward position he's been stuck in for hours. Disoriented, he blinks his eyes and raises a hand to rub the back of his sore neck - and realizes he's wearing the

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[evrythingihave]

[Simon comes in and stops at the other end of the table. Stony-faced, arms crossed, and just generally not looking like a happy camper. The clipped tone of his words doesn't add any pleasance to the scene.]

So you're up. Have a good time last night?

[bad_in_thelatin]

[Taking in Simon's angry stance, Mal inhales deep and rubs his eyes with one hand, mentally bracing himself for the impending argument. He knew it was coming, but he'd rather hoped it would've taken place a bit later - after the reavers inside his skull had stopped gnawing on his brain.]

That's debatable. [Exhaling, he drops his hand and regards Simon, leaning back on the chair a little. Better get this over and done with.]

You're lookin' a mite unhappy, there.

[evrythingihave]

[He doesn't move from his stiff stance, regarding Mal's apparent hangover symptoms with some smug pleasure.]

Do I? I'm sorry--clearly, I should be overjoyed that you got my sister drunk.

[bad_in_thelatin]

[Mal clenches his jaw and tamps down on his irritation, crossing his arms over his chest. Though indignant by Simon's sarcasm, he knows snarking and yelling will do nobody any favours. Especially to his aching head.]

Can see how that'd be upsettin'. I don't know, though, if I'd call lettin' her have a few sips getting her drunk.

[noruttinidea]

If I could make you any prettier, I would.

[bad_in_thelatin]

Your kindness is just overwhelming, Jayne.

[noruttinidea]

Ain't it just?

Can't merry you anyway, seein' as you gone an' found wife number two with that bonnet o' yers.

[bad_in_thelatin]

It's a fetchin' piece of cloth, what can I say.

Jayne, you wouldn't happen to know why's that dress and bonnet lyin' on our kitchen table?

[truthreader]

Cheer up, Captain. World ain't over just yet.

[bad_in_thelatin]

Your brother seems to think something along those lines. And I'll cheer up the moment my head stops poundin' so much.

[truthreader]

Simon overreacts. And pounding means a working distraction. All's well that ends well.

[bad_in_thelatin]

Well. He worries for his sister, is all. Oh, it's a distraction alright, you ain't lying!

Still waitin' for the well endin', little one.

[no_whore]

Finally awake, I see.

[bad_in_thelatin]

Bright an' sunshiny, as usual. ...Does finally mean you've been waitin' for me to get up?

[no_whore]

Of course. After all, I can't compliment you on having such a lovely bonnet when you're asleep.

[bad_in_thelatin]

It is a fine piece of headgear, gotta admit. Ain't a bad color for me, either.

Listen... sorry I was so snippy at you yesterday.