Who: Mal and Simon What: Drunken rescue When: tonight! Where: The complex lobby. Warnings: tba!
Mal was usually smart. Usually. Until the liquor came into play. When the liquor came into the picture, the dumb antics came out of Mal. Exhibit A: Not even trying to teach Han the Earth game in which he took his weird little plastic money card in for default winning. Exhibit B:Saffron. He was going to meet her in the lobby, high off his good night of gambling and buzzed off booze, he and Han Solo parted ways and were left to their own devices, neither device being a good one. Though fortunately for Mal, he had no idea the kind of trouble Han was getting himself mixed in or he might have not been so high on good times.
The captain on the other hand was convinced his idea was a good one and therefore made it to the complex lobby with little hesitation. Even a little spring in his step despite his smashed state. His hair was a mess, but his spirits were high. For the first time in a while actually. He could genuinely say he didn't hate Earth. Han made things bearable. Having another smuggler around that he could actually get along with was entertaining to tsay the least. Most of the time Mal didn't get along with the common smuggler. Han seemed different.
He'd swindled him in a friendly game and still didn't get shot at. That in Mal's book was a good night. And now he was about to go try his luck with Saffron. It'd been a long time since he'd had a scratch. A really long time considering the last time Saffron had been on his ship. The furthest he'd gotten with her was the kissing, and then the ground with the poisoning. Maybe this time would be different. It had to be right?
That was the mantra he kept telling himself as he waited. It had to be.