Simon Tam (can_swear) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-02-22 13:56:00 |
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Simon had decided it was well past time he actually set about enjoying the city. They’d taken care of the bodies, and they’d made a dent in the medical supply issue, and he’d started the wheels turning for conversion of the second dining car into an infirmary. So what was left to do, but to start doing some personal shopping and spending some quality time with Kaylee and River? While he’d done his best to try to keep them close and keep an upbeat face around them, he knew the murders had weighed on everyone. Still, that part was over now, so it had been time to celebrate. To enjoy their ill-gotten funds. To simply live for a little while without worry of being killed in his sleep. Celebrating had, predictably, turned to drinking, and Simon may have over-indulged. He was fairly certain there’d been singing, though for the life of him he couldn’t actually recall if they’d been at a karaoke bar, or if he’d … just decided to start singing. Either way, there’d been laughter, and laughter was good. When they’d eventually stumbled out of the bar into the cooler night air, it had taken him several long minutes to pinpoint where he thought the train was. He’d started off in the wrong direction for half a block before realizing it was the wrong direction. Turning around, he’d started back toward the train, leading Kaylee along. “This is the right way,” he assured her (possibly repeatedly; he wasn’t completely sure about that part). Once they reached the train, Simon moved to where the door should be, and he prodded the side of the train. “The door’s gone,” he informed Kaylee in a slightly slurred voice. “The door. Is gone.” He repeated. “Why’s the door gone?” |