[Santo - Marketplace]

[walk_ins]

[ master post]Portions of the marketplace are covered. The vast majority of it isn't

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[gonna_live]

The market has a fair few watering holes, too. And at least one of them is about to gain two people.

"Wonder what Simon and Sam're up to?" Kaylee looks over her shoulder at Dean as she passes through the beaded curtain, and holds part of it back for him to pass through.

The speakeasy in front of them is, of course, poorly lit. There's something with a slow, hollow backbeat playing over a speaker system that isn't immediately visible. Over that is the hum of a dusty, smoky bar -- and not everything that's being smoked is tobacco, from the smell of it.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Huh."

That's, well. Then again, look at Sam.

"Go figure."

He quirks a grin at Kaylee.

"So what's this about beer?"

What? Dean's easy when it comes to booze.

And curious. This is the future, after all.

[gonna_live]

"Friend of my daddy's brewed it, and it's cheap." An easy grin in return. "What's to your taste?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Always handy, that one."

And now he's gotta think.

"They got anything local, or is it all shit?"

Here's hoping no one overheard that.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee shrugs. "Not my planet, wouldn't know." She leans over the bar -- the tender's down at the other end. "Might want to ask the fella who'd know?"

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean's eyebrows go up.

"How good're the chances he wouldn't screw us around?"

Dean? Suspicious? Never.

[gonna_live]

"If it's somethin' ain't local, I'd know, like as not," Kaylee points out. "And for all he knows, both of us would."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Then maybe I'll stick to the shit you know, hey?"

She wouldn't screw with him like that, right?

[gonna_live]

"Just as long as we get good and drunk." Kaylee's cheerful. "We could experiment, even. Ain't like I know all of what's good in the 'verse."

Pink drink is almost gone. Sad!

[hopeitsworthit]

"Ain't like I'm gonna say no to that one."

Dean has no objection to getting drunk.

Maybe he should, on an alien planet, but hell, this is a vacation.

Kinda.

"Hey, barkeep! You got any good beer on tap?"

[gonna_live]

The tender sets them up with a stout. Kaylee eyes the head on hers, and eyes the remnants of her pink drink.

And looks at Dean.

"Don't suppose we can switch up to whiskey after this one?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Maybe," Dean says, grinning, "if you ask real nice."

Hey, the beer ain't that bad.

And maybe it'll all be worth the headache in the morning.

You never know.

[gonna_live]

He wants Kaylee to ask nice?

Kaylee will ask nice.

She turns, leans back against the bar, propping herself up on her elbows. Opens her eyes wide.

"Dean?" Troubling to sound innocent. (Or try.) "Can we switch to whiskey after this round? Please?"

[hopeitsworthit]

That's . . .

Actually kind of creepy.

"Sure. If you never ever do that again."

Sounding twelve and askin' for whiskey just ain't right.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee beams. Although it's a delayed response.

"That ain't quite the effect I was goin' for, but I reckon I'll take it."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean shrugs, waving the bartender back over.

"You win some, you lose some. Got any good whiskey, dude?"

Hey, they can have 'em both at the same time. Just--drink the beer first.

Or something.