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[treadingturds]

Sitting at the bar, is a crowd of people

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[othercaptjack]

Jack takes a professionally casual swig and passes the bottle on to Sharpe.

"So we all ended up a little way south of Alphay Centurai!" he finishes, with an air of confusion. "Given that we were meant to be in thirteenth century Austria at the time..."

[i_love_kettch]

The bottle is intercepted with expertise. Wes takes his own swig before glancing at Jack and passing the bottle on again.

"Talented," he decides. "Kinda a kriffed-up hyperdrive, huh?"

[and_far_away]

Sharpe's feeling good-natured enough, as he reclaims the bottle.

"What's a hyperdrive?"

[i_love_kettch]

Wes thinks for a moment, and then another one, before answering wisely, "A thing."

Beat.

"Engine thing," he elaborates. "Light speed."

[soweroflife]

Well, clearly this calls for Something Special.

The Veronans sharing the wine get a bowl of almonds. The Sebaccean is given some macadamias, and the Assassin is gifted with a homespun bundle of pecans. A large bowl of walnuts, pistachios and butternuts is placed near Sharpe, Jack and Angelina, and Wes is the recipient of a bundle of cashews.

Why?

Because y'all are such nuts for doing this.

Oblivious to his mun's bad pun, Kokopelli bounces off.

[bad_in_latin]

Mal has had his Ng Ka Pe for the night.

Recognizing a few people at the bar, he orders a drink he'd never think he'd order again - VodKa.

"Wei," Mal beams to everyone.

[i_love_kettch]

"Wei," Wes repeats cheerfully, with no idea of what he's saying. "Whiskey?"

He holds his glass of Jack Daniels' out to Mal.

[bad_in_latin]

"I got vodka goin' about, Wes, but thank you," he replies.

"Who are your friends? 'Fraid I ain't seen the most of 'em before." Looking behind Wes, "Hi everybody."

[singlesoledjest]

"God gi' good e'en."

Mercutio waves a thin and elegant hand from his sprawled position with his head on Valentine's lap.

"Could you give us the benefit of your obviously expert opinion, my dear sir? Would I or friend flyboy here make the prettier woman?"

[majorinyri]

"What is this? The 'we like to get drunk' association?" Inyri grins as she wanders by, thwaping Wes in the back of the head, holding a glass of Whyren's.

Behind her looms Gavin Darklighter, carrying his own glass of lomin ale.

[singlesoledjest]

"Aye, indeed, and a fabulous place to be it is."

Mercutio beams brightly at both, smoothly filling in Wes' indignant silence.

[majorinyri]

"Indeed." She eyes him, grinning. "I'm Inyri, by the way."

[jawaswag]

"Um."

Gavin eyes Wes. Eyyyyes, because he hasn't seen Wes since the day Atton came back and it's Wes and a lot of people he doesn't know.

So he hides behind Inyri, smiling awkwardly. "I'm with her."

[fighter__pilot]

Shalla is walking around the bar when she spots the group, and swoops down to steal Wes's second drink.

"Thanks," she says to him, grinning.

[capt_angie]

Wes makes a 'Pfft' face and grabs another drink.

Angelina smiles blearily at the newcomer.

"Hi!"

[fighter__pilot]

"Hello!" She takes a large gulp of the whiskey and holds her hand out.

"'m Shalla. He knows me. Thinks I'm amazing, too." She points at Wes and smiles bigger, flashing her dimples.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes goes 'pfft' louder, though unfortunately this counters the nonchalance.

"Not in the slightes'," he argues, and shakes his head. "Awful. An' not cute at all."