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[flybywash]

There is one very tired-looking Wash sitting at the Bar, beer in hand.

Despite the obvious exhaustion, he hasn't stopped smiling since he stepped into Milliways. Making it through the almost-end of the 'verse with your wife by your side tends to brighten things a bit.

[ooc: mun is only here for an hour and a half, sadly, but slowtime is more

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[thunderbird_1]

There's a stranger eying him from down the bar sans entrance post, because his mun is lazy.

"You look like you've been to hell and back."

[flybywash]

Wash laughs. "Yeah, that sounds right. I think I like the making-it-back part the better of the two."

He raises his beer in an acknowledging gesture and takes a sip.

[thunderbird_1]

"Yeah, I gotta agree with you there."

He raises his own bottle in return and holds out a hand.

"Scott Tracy."

[flybywash]

"Wash." He leans to grasp the proffered hand and gives it a firm shake. "Middle of nowhere, 2519. Nice to meet you."

[thedisenchanter]

Jill is already at the bar sipping some hot cocoa and reading a newspaper. Trying to relax a bit.

[flybywash]

Hey, it's the girl from the wedding. Shiny.

(...Everything's probably going to be described as "shiny" for the next few days.)

"Hey. Jill, right?"

[thedisenchanter]

Jill looks over and then smiles,

"Wash?"

She tests the waters before nodding. She folds up the paper and sets it on the bar.

[flybywash]

"One and the same. How've you been?"

He cranes his neck a little to try and read the headlines.

[faithful_slayer]

The pilot is glomped.

By a Slayer whose hair has grown about a foot in the not-quite-24-hours since he saw her.

[flybywash]

"Faith!"

He sweeps her into just as fierce a hug.

[faithful_slayer]

She laughs, throwing her arms around his neck, hair flying everywhere.

"Flyboy! How's everything? Everybody healing up nice?"

[flybywash]

"Yeah, everything's...." A small laugh, and he sounds as if he's a bit surprised to find himself saying: "Everything's shiny. Well, 'Bert and Mal and Crowley are still laid up, but we're gonna be okay. And..."

He pinches a few strands of her hair between his fingers and holds it up, giving her a bemused look. "Hey, if I'd known saving the 'verse makes your hair grow, I'd've waited 'til I started going bald."

[nitro_is_ace]

"You? Are scary-good." There's a bowl of blueberries there that wasn't there before. Luckily the bowl isn't the one speaking. It's the Ace that came along with the bowl that's speaking.

Small mercies.

[flybywash]

Wash beams, scoops up a handful of berries, and pulls Ace into a tight hug all at once. Hey, he's a talented guy like that.

"You ain't too bad yourself, xiăo mèimèi," he tells her, and gives her a quick kiss on the top of the head.

[nitro_is_ace]

She shrugs, but in no way resists the hug. There may even be fierce hugging back.
"I had good help."

[flybywash]

"Almost wish I could've seen it." With cheery casualness: "But, you know, distracted by the giant talking gap of nothing in the middle of space. You wanna give me a repeat performance sometime?"