Mal was not one for parties, because of all the rules dictating how people had to act. Those just gave him headaches, so he tried to avoid them as best as he could.
But, he had to admit that parties often attracted the types of people he worked with and transported goods for. Not that he could actually transport anything for anyone without a ship, but there wasn't any harm in scoping out possible "business partners". He got himself a drink and then retreated to one of the far away walls to do some good old fashioned people watching.
Glad that she no longer looked like a witch, Inara smoothed a hand over the silkly material of the dress she'd chosen for the Halloween Party. Glancing around the banquet hall and smiled. It was all lovely and in a way reminded her of the parties she'd attended when she was back home, and for a moment she felt a twinge of homesickness.
Shaking it off, she moved through the crowd, smiling at the other party goers. As she was moving through the crowd, she spotted Mal standing off by himself and shifted directions so she was heading in his direction.
"Why Mal," she said as she approached him. "You're looking well."
guh, sorry, I spaced on this threadcaptbrowncoatNovember 10 2010, 03:04:40 UTC
Now there was a familiar voice. Mal turned around, and nodded in what he hoped was a polite way to the Companion who had just walked up behind him. "You must feel at home here," he commented, in response to her greeting, not knowing that he'd just echoed her thoughts.
"Wasn't my idea to be here, you know. Don't like parties, not much."
It's ok bb! Had a busy week myself! <3almostluverNovember 12 2010, 10:50:42 UTC
Inara smiled, her gaze flickering over him for a moment. "I do, in a way," she admitted, bringing her gaze back up to meet his. He did look well, even though it was apparent that he was ill at ease.
"Then I suppose we should all thank you for your efforts at socializing," she teased. "I seem to remember another party you attended. Not planning on causing any problems at this one, are you?"
A couple weeks of rest and relaxation had done a lot for Boone. Sure, it was still weird to wake up to clean clothes (assuming he did his laundry, or got someone to do it for him) and be able to take a hot shower again, but he really wasn't complaining. Like, at all.
So, injuries healed, still totally convinced that he was dead, he'd decided hey, why not. Parties were fun, so he might as well go check this one out. He hadn't gone in costume or anything - because seriously, he wasn't five - but he was wearing something relatively nice from his closet full of stuff from back home, and at the moment was doing his best to mingle with the rest of the crowd.
Just a perfectly normal evening in what was clearly the afterlife or something.
The last time there was a party in this place, the building collapsed around them. Call her a bit paranoid, but she wasn't sure if that was a trend or just a weird incident.
Either way, she figured she should at least drop into this one to see if the ceiling was looking unsupported in any sort of way.
An hour into it though and she was getting bored. Pushing off the bar-stool she was seated on, she moved through the bar getting a feel for the ones that had shown up. She hadn't seen this guy before, so why not bump into him -- somewhat on purpose.
Although Boone was pretty accident prone, usually it was less from his own clumsiness and more because he didn't know how to pick his fights. So, somewhat fortunately, he didn't immediately fall on his ass when the woman bumped into him. Of course, that didn't mean when he opened his mouth to answer her question, he wasn't going to end up looking kind of like a dork or anything.
"Uh, no, I don't think so."
Because clearly any social interaction needed to go south somehow.
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But, he had to admit that parties often attracted the types of people he worked with and transported goods for. Not that he could actually transport anything for anyone without a ship, but there wasn't any harm in scoping out possible "business partners". He got himself a drink and then retreated to one of the far away walls to do some good old fashioned people watching.
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Shaking it off, she moved through the crowd, smiling at the other party goers. As she was moving through the crowd, she spotted Mal standing off by himself and shifted directions so she was heading in his direction.
"Why Mal," she said as she approached him. "You're looking well."
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"Wasn't my idea to be here, you know. Don't like parties, not much."
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"Then I suppose we should all thank you for your efforts at socializing," she teased. "I seem to remember another party you attended. Not planning on causing any problems at this one, are you?"
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So, injuries healed, still totally convinced that he was dead, he'd decided hey, why not. Parties were fun, so he might as well go check this one out. He hadn't gone in costume or anything - because seriously, he wasn't five - but he was wearing something relatively nice from his closet full of stuff from back home, and at the moment was doing his best to mingle with the rest of the crowd.
Just a perfectly normal evening in what was clearly the afterlife or something.
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Either way, she figured she should at least drop into this one to see if the ceiling was looking unsupported in any sort of way.
An hour into it though and she was getting bored. Pushing off the bar-stool she was seated on, she moved through the bar getting a feel for the ones that had shown up. She hadn't seen this guy before, so why not bump into him -- somewhat on purpose.
"Oh, shit. I didn't spill anything did I?"
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"Uh, no, I don't think so."
Because clearly any social interaction needed to go south somehow.
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The club itself seemed pretty stable for the moment, even if Faith wasn't exactly the best judge of stability in structures. "Been here before?"
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