Malcolm Reynolds aims to misbehave (brown_coat) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2015-01-22 20:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | #week: 12, &day: wednesday, *character: malcolm reynolds, *character: simon tam, @location: the avalon, ~thread: in progress |
Who: Mal and Simon
Where: The Avalon
When: Wednesday night; Week 12.
Rating: TBD
Status: Ongoing | Closed
Walking past the bouncer of the club, Malcolm Reynolds entered completely standing out like a sore thumb in a pile of weeds. Really, he just didn't seem appropriate at all; dusty red button up shirt, made of wool, but having the look of burlap, overlapped by thick black suspenders, holding up a pair of dusty, old dark jeans, and a long duster worn over it all. The man looked like a cowboy or some old outlaw out of the movies, and he didn't fit with the stingy manner of dress most patrons to this sort of establishment had, but he wasn't here to dance he was here on business. He was looking for potential jobs, and he'd heard of one potential customer here. Likely a dummy contract, but he was desperate enough for cash, Mal was willing to take any sort of help he could get, or lead.
Still, when he entered he was beginning to think this place wasn't the sort that would hold dealings with some lowlife who was trying to sell something off, or move some illegal cargo, but it was worth a look. Making his way to the bar, Mal set his arms over the counter and just leaned forward before looking towards the bartender, "Whiskey. Straight."
He looked between a few of the ladies near by, the men talking to them, the others making out down a ways. Tilting his head, he shook it and sighed, "Whatever happened to bars being for drinking?