Sunday Night Bartending.

[bad_in_latin]

Specials:

Anyone who has had a birthday in November drinks half-off. Prove it, though.

There's really not enough birthday celebrations around Milliways, sometimes.

[ooc: slowtime or fade; your choice. :-* Thanks to all who tagged.]

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[gone_byebye]

"Unfortunately I can't honestly say that I have," says Ray, all but skidding up to the Bar, "but I could use a drink anyway. This is my third day back from 1931. Hi, um... Mal, right? Mal Reynolds? It's been a while."

[bad_in_latin]

"Ray?" Mal almost exclaims. "Not sure you need a drink; maybe an MRI."

The 1931 mention gets Mal's brain going again, though, and, "You got disappeared then too, didn't you? What the hell is going on around this place?"

[gone_byebye]

"No, this was different," Ray says. "I got disappeared before, into Garion's world about two hundred years before he was born, but the 1931 thing is a result of me walking out the front door and into the wrong reality. The front door does that to me sometimes. Unfortunately this time I got punted back to about a hundred years before my own time and had to slog it out for longer than usual until I found a door back here- you should've seen what happened when I tried to build a door... Anyway. Have you got any Moon Shot beer back there, or Third Rail?"

[bad_in_latin]

"I'm sure we can arrange something."

Third Rail is what ends up being located first; upon offering it to Ray, "See, now I need to know? What happened when you tried to build a door?"

[simon_doctor]

As River has pointed out in the past, "day" is a vestigial mode of time measurement based on solar cycles; irrelevant on board ship, and doubtless even less so here at the end of the universe.

Simon's not really thinking about it right now, but his own birthday is in fact in November.

"Wan an, Captain."

[bad_in_latin]

"Ah! Come to take advantage of the special o' the day, young doctor man?"

[simon_doctor]

A faintly blank look, before Simon's eyes flick to the specials board and back.

"Oh. I hadn't even noticed."

A beat, and slightly wry: "I could produce another arrest warrant, but I'm afraid it'd be out of date by now."

[bad_in_latin]

"I'll take your word on it, though you're gonna have to remind me how old you're supposed to be now."

[gonna_live]

"You got a new friend," Kaylee says, taking a seat on the bar. The box goes on the bar; the bag goes under it. "He's in the box. Monkey says if you blow on him he'll get bigger, but careful where you do it or he'll get hurt."

[bad_in_latin]

Mal hasn't touched the box or the bag.

"Monkey gave you something for me."

This is a look of great alarm.

[gonna_live]

"Two things." Pause. "He's a Buddha now, so -- I guess he gives people stuff."

[bad_in_latin]

A Buddha.

No.

No way.

Mal, his hand nearly wobbly with disbelief as he opens the box and the bag, just stares.

A pony. And a plastic rocket.

"Oh," he starts dryly. "All my prayers..."

[bring_a_sponge]

"Bourbon," a Man in Black says as he bellies up to the bar.

It's gruff but not unfriendly. The man's getting Zed a drink after all.

Besides, whoever the bartender is, the poor bastard's stuck working here at Milliways, and no one really deserves that.

[bad_in_latin]

He volunteered, actually. As usual.

"Bourbon it is, mister...?"

[bring_a_sponge]

"Zed."

"Earth, 2007."

[bad_in_latin]

"Here's your bourbon," Mal offers. "Same kind my ma drinks -- good stuff."

[pirate_gibbs]

"Even if I were born in November, Captain, I'd have to travel all the way hom eto Bristol to prove it. And would have to hope the church still has the book." Never mind that he'd have to steal it and it's a long way to go for half off.

[bad_in_latin]

"When were you born then, Gibbs? The sixteen-seventies?"

Its easy to make old-guy jokes when the man's current year is centuries behind Mal's own.

[pirate_gibbs]

Gibbs give a year and day. "More or less. I've never really kept track, nor needed to. I'm my age, that's enough.

"Rum, Captain."

[bad_in_latin]

"Naturally."

By 'rum', Mal offers a tumbler of spiced rum the likes of which most civilized people wouldn't go near.

Mal loves it.

"Keepin' busy, what with Sparrow and Will and all comin' into the bar now again?"