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[icanhashat]

It didn't take long for Jayne to acquaint himself with the Drunken Dragon. No in fact from the moment Kaylee told him about it, fate conspired to move him there as swiftly as possible.

Because a drunk Jayne, was a tolerable Jayne...usually.

Drinking deep from his beer he hummed a little song under his breath that would be familiar to the crew of

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[notadamnangel]

Dean had also stopped in for some drinking. He then frowned at the nearby humming noise, and glanced over at the guy who must be new down the bar.

"Dude, seriously?"

[icanhashat]

Jayne's unfocused eyes settled on the man down the bar who was criticizing his music, "Hey, I lost alot of money to earn myself a song, might as well enjoy it!" He slurred defensively.

[notadamnangel]

Dean was almost drunk himself, but he scoffed at that, "Not much of a song. Doesn't even rock."

[icanhashat]

Jayne rolled his eyes, "Everyone's a gorram critic." He muttered finishing off his drink and setting it on the bar for a refill, "Bet you no one ever held a riot in yer honor."

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie had come in mostly to see if Kaylee was about, but it didn't appear she was around right at the moment. So he wandered over, taking a seat next to someone who was singing. At least, he thought the man was singing, although the lyrics were a wee bit...odd.

"Don't ye usually put the hero's name in there somewhere?"

[icanhashat]

"I am the hero." Grunted Jayne emptying his glass, "The big damn hero of a mudball of a planet for all the good it did em." His voice was tinted with danger, the kind of danger that the drunk and violence prone usually hoped for in a bar.

[bonnypiperlad]

The note in Jayne's voice isn't hard to hear, but Jamie's not looking for a fight - at least, not yet. In this case, it was simply an innocent question. "Oh! I must have misunderstood ye," Jamie says, amicably enough.

He looks over the other man thoughtfully for a moment. That accent sounds somewhat familiar, but he can't quite place it yet. "Canton, ye said? I've not heard of that place before. Ye must have done something good if ye got a song out of it, though."

And a beer, as Jamie casually slides his untouched ale over towards Jayne. He's thinking that maybe drinking it himself might not be a good idea right about now, just in case things degenerate.

[icanhashat]

Jayne looked at the ale questioningly before accepting it and drinking deeply, "Sure if you call dropping some loot on a bunch of mudfarmers good." He muttered bitterly remembering how that particular adventure had turned out. "Buncha idiots."

[voiceofserenity]

Kaylee laughed as she slid another drink down to Jayne. "You still singin' that? Should at least get a guitar and make a performance out of it. Think we could use some entertainment."

[governorkang]

Hopefully, Kaylee had told Jayne that the proprieter of the Drunken Dragon was rather dragonish himself in appearance. If not, the mercenary was about to find out.

Kang had just entered the tavern in time to hear the mumbled words, and he moved over to join her behind the bar with a grin, "You must be Jayne. Bet Kaylee was glad to see you."

[icanhashat]

Jayne grunte at Kaylee, his way of saying "No way in hell" before Kang found him. There was barely a twitch of surprise and Jayne's now sub soaked mind registered the Dragonman with a Huh...alright.

"Yeah that's me...suppose she's been tellin' all sorts of stories." He shot her a look somewhere between a big brother's annoyance and exasperation.

[voiceofserenity]

"Jayne, this is Kang. He's the owner of the tavern here, and a good portion of the reason folks are still kickin' around the ship. Helps out with a bit of everythin', I'd imagine, also runs the combat classes. Don't think we could do half of what we manage without him."

Kaylee gave Kang's arm a quick pat before grabbing a couple mugs from behind the bar to fill them. "Still am glad to see him, and Wash too."

[quark_assassin]

The Drunken Dragon, though an inviting sort of place, was not one of Dustin's usual haunts. It was close to his forge and a welcome escape should he require one, but otherwise he wasn't keen to pay Kang and his group a friendly visit, not while there was work to do and not while he had coffee.

Today, Dustin was in need of a welcome escape. For reasons that eluded him-a major part of his dismay-his room had been oddly quiet, there was a certain lack of snarky conversation in which he normally participated, a niche he hadn't even realized he'd created until it disappeared. For reasons that did not elude him he was inherently more cranky at the ship in general, at GLaDOS and her stupid cake more specifically, but mostly at the ship for putting him through this crap. Just everything. Shit.

So a genius walks into a bar...

...and stands by the door, letting it close behind him as he surveys this locale and its vocal inhabitant staring back.

[icanhashat]

Jayne's eye's shifted to the newcomer before going back to his drink dismissively, this was his kind of bar. Seemed like everyone that came into the bar was one scruffy looking sonofabitch or another.

[quark_assassin]

"Scruffy Sonofabitch" was definitely a great description of this one, and actually remarkably similar to the unofficial nickname that his mun has for him. Funny how that happens.

Scruffy McJackass pursued his course and found his way to the, well, bar section of the bar, outwardly stone-faced but inwardly rejoicing in the bizarre irony of the place. It was fairly normal on the inside, if a bit more rustic than Dustin was accustomed, but he felt sure that this interior could be removed and placed within a standard tavern back on Earth without so much a second glance.

The irony came with the giant lizard that owned the place. Completely disregarding Kang at the moment, Dustin turned his attention to the fly conveniently perched with his alcoholic nectar nearby, as there was a bizarre need to seek out the normal in order to complete the feel of the place.

"Haven't seen you around."

[icanhashat]

Jayne grunted in response, a manly noise as he tried to figure out if he wanted to find a subtle way to tell the newcomer to piss off or if he would engage him in conversation.

Apathy won out over foul temper, "Just got here."