Sunday Night Bartending.

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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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"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."

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"Great," says Ray with a smile. "Thank you. I really appreciate it- the only Chinese I can remember is [Are you absolutely certain you want us to remove the spirit of your dead uncle from the bathroom? We can't put him back if you change your mind,], and I'm not entirely sure I'm getting that right."

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Mal tilts his head to one side.

"There's ways to pronounce that that's more fluid, but you're correct.

"Do I even want to know why you can say that?"

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"Mal, what do I do for a living? In my own reality, I mean."

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"You actually remember? Didn't remember me at the beginning o' this conversation."

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"In light of the fact that I did it every day for years on end and that three quarters of the books upstairs in my room are dedicated to the subject, I have reason to remember. I might've been away from- oh. Oh. Oh God. I don't think I ever told you- Mal, I'm sorry, but when I said 'a while' I meant 'twenty five years since I last set foot in Milliways, preceded by forty-seven years in Garion's world'. Earth years, not something ridiculous and easy like the year on Mercury, either."

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Mal leans in as close as humanly possible toward Ray without climbing over the bar.

"How are you alive?"

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"My goddaughter, Beldaran, made a bargain with two of the gods of her world," Ray says ruefully. "I no longer seem to be aging, getting sick, or vulnerable to poison or gunshot. I mean, I'll still bleed, but unless the shot blows my head off? I get up again. Which, while a very thoughtful present on Beldaran's part, is something I wish she'd warned me about first."

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Mal raises his hand.

"Can I meet Beldaran? Seems like a useful lady to do favors for."

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"Sure. Next time I see Garion I'll ask him if I can bring her around. She's about six years old right now. Apparently, coming from a six year old, an offer of a pony and an Erastide present to be named later counts for a lot with the gods."

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At the mention of the pony, Mal lifts up a pony and a plastic rocket.

"How's a miniature one work?"

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".... probably better if you were actually a six year old girl."

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"Fair enough."

Away goes the pony and the plastic rocket. It's too confusing to contemplate while Mal has a job to do.

"In the mood for any more normal?" Mal asks. "Shift's over in a spell, and one of the pool tables is free."

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"Pool is good," Ray says. "The students at Miskatonic were big on football. I'd rather stay inside and hit things with sticks any day."

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Mal wrinkles his nose. "Pool it is. Until then -- refill?"

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"Wouldn't say no," Ray says. "On the bright side, I've had a lot of time to work on my sword techniques. The Miskatonic athletics department has some really good fencing instructors, and an hour or two a day for twenty-five years will improve anyone's technique."