Easter Bartending.

[bad_in_latin]

It's Easter.

Holiday Specials:
Easter Bunny
White Rabbit

Mal doesn't go to church service.

Doesn't mean he don't like communion with folk every once in awhile, and since he missed bartending last week, he's got a smile on his face for this go-round.

Comments

[silvia_broome]

Silvia, however, is not frowning.

Okay, so maybe her lips twitch up when she sees Mal, who she hasn't seen in like forever, but violence does not put her back in a happy place. So she's back to frowning as she plops down on a stool.

"Which one is better?" she asks.

[bad_in_latin]

"I vote for the Easter Bunny," Mal offers politely. "Chocolate. Always."

Not really -- Mal's just got enough supposed experience with Ace, Inara, Kaylee and other females in his life that he always suggests the chocolate before the other thing.

[silvia_broome]

"Chocolate sounds splendid," she says tiredly. "How have you been?"

Beat.

It just then occurs to her that Mal is standing behind the bar.

"--how long have you been bartending?"

[bad_in_latin]

"About two months now, I think? Hard to keep track some days."

Mal goes about mixing up Silvia's drink, sliding it to her seat at the bar, adding, "I'm fair enough, really. One o' my crew members is pregnant, so we've got that goin' on."

Cue beamyface.

"I'm apparently the fake-uncle again. Which is nice."

[gorgonfondness]

There's a box neatly labeled "For Mal" sitting on the bar.

Near the box is a curious looking girl.

She means to say, "Good evening, Mal, sorry I missed you last week," but instead, Mia says, "Easter?"

[bad_in_latin]

"Earth-that-Was Christian holiday," Mal explains succinctly, not looking like he's going to go into too much more detail.

It's then Mal notices The Box.

The Box with His Name.

'Oooh' goes Mal's face.

[gorgonfondness]

"Oh," she says simply. Christianity she's heard about and knows that she can celebrate such holidays without being one.

She smiles at his attention and gently pushes the box towards him.

"Here is the present you wanted."

And then something hits her about what Mal says, but she'll ask in a bit.

[bad_in_latin]

Mal opens the box with a bounce to him, smiling --

-- and he lifts out the present.

It's a crazy looking present, but not the weirdest by far, and meant well.

"Xiexie. It's very...new."

[deathtowheaties]

"Hey man," A tall, somewhat spacey man wanders over. "Can I get a Jolt?"

[bad_in_latin]

A very confused Mal looks up at the new arrival.

"Uh...sure."

I didn't exactly bring my taser with me, but I can ask so I don't look completely stupid.

"Bar?"

A can of cola appears, and Mal exhales visibly. "There you are."

[deathtowheaties]

Cereal grins widely. "Thanks." He twists the top off and downs about half of it. "Happy reproduction holiday."

[bad_in_latin]

Mal laughs, "Not a big one for the religiosity aspect, are we?"

Seems to be alright by the bartender in that respect.

[_estsanatlehi_]

There was a stack of four chicken-ducklings on the bar, apparently attempting the thing that kids did in old movies of stacking themselves up and putting on an overcoat to pretend to be an adult.

Only y'know, tiny, and fuzzy, and sans overcoat.

The one on top however was cheeping in what it thought was a deeper voice, apparently attempting to order a drink.

[bad_in_latin]

Mal.

Just stares.

Maybe they can talk?

"Um."

Looks stage-right. Then stage-left.

Wash has got to be behind this. Or Ace and Raven. Both? Possibly.

"Wèi?"

[_estsanatlehi_]

The one on top made a noise that was almost a quack and almost a cheep, before remembering that it was supposed to be an adult before making a very good mimicry of a throat clearing before rattling off its order once more.

Still in chickenling.

[bad_in_latin]

They're very well trained, for chicke---

Oh no.

Oh no, Mal's eyes go wide, remembering the last time a bird tried to communicate with him.

So what does he do?

"Bar?" He orders a bowl of seeds, spreading some out on the bartop.

What? Maybe they'll spell |-||=_ |_ |>.

[neverswimalone]

Hop Hop Hop.

There's a penguin hopping along the bar humming to himself. About to fall off the countertop and into perhaps a convienently placed ice bucket?

catch him quick!

[bad_in_latin]

What IS it with Mal and the going to the birds tonight?

Okay, I apologize for that one.

Mal doesn't manage catching him with the ice bucket, but he does reach over and place a hand by him so the penguin doesn't fall over.

"Can I help you? Normally works better if you stay on the other side o' the bar."

[neverswimalone]

Private's head tilts upward, "Oh hello!"

None to bright this one? Oh yes.

"....I was..." Private frowned, "Sent to ask for an easter bunny."

[bad_in_latin]

Sent?

"Sure thing." Thinking ahead, "Sure you don't want me to deliver the drink myself? That way you don't got to worry 'bout spilling things."