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Malcolm Reynolds Aims to misbehave (intheblack) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-02-21 17:47:00

Entry tags:

malcolm reynolds, simon tam

Who:Mal and Simon
What:Drunk Mal starts a bar fight.
When:Tonight
Where:a bar! surprise!
Warnings: manlyness and smugness.

The night on the roof made Mal realize how much he missed a good bar fight. Whether or not Simon wanted to come along, wasn't an issue. He was going to be kidnapped and they were going to have a good time. Get a few drinks, maybe have a chat about how ridiculous Earth was and see how things escalated. If they didn't escalate in the right direction he'd give them a little push, but for now he was being flexible. He'd even ordered a drink for the good doctor. How he'd obtained money with no legal job in sight you ask? Well don't ask. Mal certainly wasn't going to explain. Those who knew him knew he was thrilled to be off the grid. A little too thrilled perhaps, but it was the first time he'd ever felt like he didn't have to look over his shoulder for the bastard Alliance. Though some times it kind of left him feeling only half without a purpose.

He didn't have a ship to keep flying, no crew to protect. They were all off living their own lives and what was he doing? Little smuggling gigs now and then, stealing expensive weaponry to sell on the black market? What sort of life was that without a crew to enjoy it with? Mal returned to the table with both drinks and slid one across to Simon. "so. A doctor.." Mal never was really good with small talk and Simon. Thank god he was already a few drinks into this little chat. Maybe that would help.

"Just what you always wanted wasn't it?" Maybe he should have brought Jayne. If the man was even still around. He'd been awfully quiet lately, Mal was starting to get a bit worried. Jayne quiet could mean one of two things. Either seal napped or in trouble. Chances were actually it was more like both.

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intheblack
2013-02-26 05:23 am UTC (link)

Mal would always treat his crew like his crew. Even without Serenity around. He wasn't about to lose them to Earth as he had his ship. That could either be dangerous or heroic on his end. If it came down to it he'd stare Lucifer straight in his beady eyes before he let him bring any harm to them. He still considered them his and he always would. Earth wouldn't change that even if they moved on and had lives of their own on it.

"Well you know, without the potential death breathin down our necks. Oh. Wait. Nevermind. Maybe it is closer to home then I initially thought." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and took a drink of much needed whisky. "Yeah steady that's all this rock is ain't it." Mal was miserable on it. He felt more confined than ever. There were no space ports, the closest things were air planes and those weren't even a little bit the same. They had propellers and that was about it. "Oh come on, some of those were my happiest memories. Don't taint em." He teased about the adrenaline injections and leaned back in the bar.

"Look em all. They got exactly no idea what's goin on right under their gorram noses." He said as he watched the people shuffling about and took another drink of his caramel colored liquor. The Alliance being gone was one thing, but his ship being gone was another. The rate he'd been going lately he was on a pathway to a bad place beyond even the lost woods he usually could see so clearly from. His knuckles were bruised, but it wasn't just from punching a former angel in the face, he'd broken his desk vase the day before in a fit of anger. He was having more of those lately, he didn't much care for it but he couldn't really stop. Being trapped to him was worse than just being grounded. "'Nother round." he said as the bar tender gave him a questioning look, he held up his hand to suggest one more and lowered it again idly.

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bigcitydandy
2013-02-26 06:03 am UTC (link)

If Simon were being honest with himself, and he so rarely was, he was worried about the Captain. The worst part was, there really wasn't anyone he could tell. Jayne still intimidated the hell out of him, and he wouldn't understand it anyway. He'd never worry Kaylee, not for anything. And River... Oh, he knew River could sense his distress. She always could, even before she'd been torn to shreds by the Alliance. Possibly before she'd even truly developed her abilities due to the bond they shared. But he wouldn't dare take it to her. So he was left dwelling on the Captain's obvious issues by himself. The occasional cuts and bruises. The anger welling up in him. The tendency to say or do stupid things. It was all on him and him alone.

The drinking, at least, that wasn't new. That Simon was used to. And he also knew what being in a bar with Mal could entail. But it wasn't U Day, there wasn't even an Alliance on this planet. Maybe they could just have a couple of drinks like civilized companions.

And maybe this was Malcolm Reynolds.

"Isn't that how it always is, though?" he asked, swirling the liquid a bit. It was strong, but he'd had worse, and he was able to down it in three decent sized chugs. "No matter the world, no matter the situation. People are always going to go about their lives as if nothing is wrong when, in fact, everything is wrong." Miranda. He didn't regret using his wish for that for an instant, even if Martha had gotten loads of amazing medical tech. He'd needed to understand, to know.

Mal ordered another round and Simon eyed him warily, but simply nodded for another as well. Even he could admit Mal could drink him under the table, but he could keep up for a bit at least.

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intheblack
2013-02-26 08:59 pm UTC (link)

"Ain't it just." He glared at them over his drink with maybe a little more mirth than he intended. Mal didn't mix well with the common civilian. He had problems getting along with other criminals. Dealing with people on a social level wasn't what Mal was good at. The longer he stared at them the angrier he became. He didn't know why of all people he chose Simon to come along with him. It wasn't as if they were best friends. Hardly. They had however been through a lot together. Mal counted him more than friends, family maybe? He didn't dare say the word though. He really just hoped they knew without him saying anything at all.

Meeting Simon's eye with a challenging look of his own as he drank down another whisky he didn't even wince at the burn. It barely phased him. Normally in the sky just like the currents Mal was calm, but on the ground he was anything but. He was tetchy and unpredictable. More so than his usual psychotic flavor. He left the world behind him long ago, mingling in it again was not his idea of a good time. Sniff the air don't kiss the dirt was among his favorite sayings since the war. Since he lost hope in the government and went off the grid. "What?" He asked to that look Simon gave him and rolled his eyes.

Mal was refusing to accept Earth as it was. After the Battle of Serenity Mal refused to settle on any planet. His faith in them had been destroyed. His only hope was in the skies and now that had been taken away. He drank down yet another glass of whisky and watched the bar in silence for a long while.

After a moment Mal got up. "Bathroom." A young man bumped into him in his whisky haze in attempt to steal whatever money the Captain may have had on him, bumbling an apology Mal raised an eyebrow. He wasn't born yesterday, nor was he a fool just because he had some alcohol in him. He grabbed at the mans arm and revealed his wallet, which didn't have much but that wasn't the point. "Don't even try it kid." He glared and pushed him back. The 20 something year old was obviously distraught being caught in such a manner. He went in for a punch and nicked Mal's jaw. Mal normally would have seen something like that coming, but whisky didn't help. He winced and rubbed the wound for a second, spitting a little blood. "Things can never just go smooth." He sighed in frustration and punched right back, knocking the younger man to the ground and then shaking out his hand. That was a little harder than he meant.

Apparently the mans friends thought so too. A few men looked up from games of pool and dropped what they'd been doing to approach Mal looking rather put out.

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bigcitydandy
2013-03-10 06:47 pm UTC (link)

If he was being honest, Simon was worried about Mal. The Captain wasn't settled on this planet. Though he usually at least liked his company, he knew this wasn't the place for him. He knew, if this Seal was really a sentient being picking and choosing who it wanted, why it had chosen Mal Reynolds. The man was quick with a gun and loyal almost to a fault. It was a rare evil that could stand a chance against him. But he did have to wonder if the Seal realized how miserable a man meant for the sky would be in a place like this one.

Because of things like this. Because Mal's idea of handling an idiot who was too drunk to punch properly was to get him to the ground. Simon's first instinct was that of a doctor, to run over and check them both. To see how bruised Mal's hand was and make sure his jaw wasn't broken. And to make sure the kid on the ground would be able to stand up later. Kid? Please, the guy was probably only a year or so younger than Simon. Probably freshly turned 21, and therefore finally legal to drink in this place and doing so often.

Of course, as Simon was making his way over, so were the other guy's friends. And wasn't that just shiny. "Everywhere we go," he groaned, only loud enough for Mal to hear him. Why? Why did this always happen? He had to start making new friends. "Now, let's just be reasonable here," he said simply, addressing the approaching 'enemy' more than either of the men doing the punching. "They're both drunk, they're both making ridiculous choices, we'll leave, don't worry about it."

His eyes shifted towards Mal and he knew, he instinctively knew that leaving wasn't in the Captain's plans. And they were both in for a world of hurt. Well. No. Simon was in for a world of hurt. Mal could typically hold his own.

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