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Mal wandered out of the place where Serenity was being kept, determined to get some change of scenery besides that of the walls of his ship or fancy parties being put on by his mechanic.

He kept going, until he left the bays behind, and returned to the main part of the ship, where the sensoriums and such were. He had no real destination in mind, but the sensoriums looked as good a place as any. Problem was, there was nothing in particular he wanted the place to turn into.

With Serenity there, there was no reason to bring up recreations of the ship, so that crossed that out. But then an idea came to him; he thought maybe he'd like a drink, so he thought about one of the many bars he'd been to in his travels and waited for the scene to materialize in front of him.

It wasn't long before he did, so he walked up to the bar, got the drink he wanted, and sat down in a quiet corner of the room. Maybe after a couple of drinks, he'd be feeling good enough to forget about the annoyance that was the nightmares that had been bothering him and everyone else lately. Maybe he'd even get Kaylee to stop worrying about him, if he started acting happier.

That seemed a little far-fetched, but hey, he figured anything could happen.

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The priest had inadvertantly walked into the wrong sensorium, as it were. Seeing a bar, however, filled him with glee. He looked around for a familiar face, seeing the man in the corner. He was wearing a coat like the girl Wolfwood had met here, and stood out among the crowd as the only person not performing a routine set of actions. Wolfwood walked up and leaned his cross in the corner, waving a waitress over, who took a detour from her standard circle and came to them.

"Hey there, little lady," Wolfwood said with a grin. "A bottle of your finest whiskey for me and the... uh... Independant?" He said sheepishly, trying to remember what Gwen had said. "Two glasses." He now turned to the man.

"Drinking alone is something I can't abide by, friend." He smiled warmly at the man.

After getting his drink and sitting down, Mal started some bizarre form of people watching. The people in the bar were just projections, and he knew that, but he kept his eyes on them anyway. After all, people tended to be more interesting than staring at the floor, or a table, or even the pictures on the walls.

His attention was caught by the person just entering the bar, and ordering from the waitress. But what really got his attention was the word Independent. "Not my favorite thing to do, but I wasn't countin' on anyone joining me," Mal said to the other man, with a bit of suspicion; a friendly smile didn't always mean safety, not in his experience. But if this guy knew he was an Independent, he figured he should ask him a couple of questions before pegging him as trouble.

"You know about the Independents?"

"A bit, though I'm no expert." Wolfwood admitted with a shrug and smile. "A girl I was talking to earlier referred to herself like that, and wore a similar coat to yours, so I took a shot." He was casual, at ease. "If she was any indication, it seems like people in brown coats are good folk." At this point the priest offered a hand across the table.

"Nicholas D. Wolfwood, traveling priest and fellow appreciator of local tavern establishments."

"Seems the name's becomin' known quite a bit around here," Mal replied, also shrugging. "Not that I mind; ain't no reason to keep things like that a secret anyway. As for Browncoats bein' good people, guess that depends on the person." That being said, he smiled, and shook Wolfwood's hand.

"Captain Malcolm Reynolds, captain of transport ship Serenity and occasional lawbreaker." He added in that last bit when he heard Wolfwood say he was a priest; if he was anything like Shepherd Book (not a priest, but similar), he expected he'd be getting a lecture on the evils of breaking the law, or something similar. "Nice gettin' to know someone who likes a good drink now and then."

Wolfwood's smile intensified at Mal's description of himself.

"Occasional lawbreaker? Hell of a title. I'll have to remember that one and use it later to impress girls." He chuckled a bit as the waitress brought them a bottle of single malt and two glasses. The priest poured himself two fingers and took a sip.

"As for liking a good drink, not only is it good fun, but when you've seen things, sometimes it's the only thing that gets you through the day."

Huh. Well, that wasn't the reaction Mal was anticipating... "Not your average priest, then, are you? Most of them frown on the idea of breakin' the law." He smirked then too, and poured himself another glass.

"Couldn't have said it better myself," replied Mal, setting down his glass and leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. "All these nightmares that've been goin' on are startin' to really get to me. Figured it was time I got a drink or two to get me thinkin' about somethin' else. Same goes for when I was in the war, except we didn't have much chance for drinkin' then."

Wolfwood nodded.

"War tends to be an inconvenience at best. Been lucky enough to avoid one on my world, but it's plenty violent without any." The priest said as he took a shot. "Hell, before I was brought here I was dying of a gunshot wound. People really need to learn to keep their bullets in their guns unless their lives are in danger."

Being off duty from Security felt nice. Really nice. She didn't have to go and make sure people weren't making asses of themselves - which a lot of the crew seemed more than capable of doing on a daily basis. And being off just meant that she got to relax - and wear a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and some boots(way better than the plantsuits).

Jo had actually wanted to go to the Sensoriums to visit Café Diem and get once of Vince's famous Latte's, but well when she saw that one of the Sensoriums was occupied, she got nosy and decided she had to find out what was going on in it.

Stepping inside, her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the bar the sensorium had been changed into. Nice, probably wouldn't have a decent Latte, but that was to be expected.

Looking around again, she headed straight over to the actual bar area and actually had to go through a long list of drinks - only to be told with each one of them that they didn't have them - before finally settling on a tumbler full of whiskey. What kind of bar didn't have Corona?

Picking her drink up, she moved away from the bar, her gaze still moving across the room and she finally spotted mal sitting off by himself in the corner. "Hey Mal!" Jo called out to him as she made her way over to where he was.

Mal looked up from his drink (he was staring at it, having people-watched long enough) when he heard a familiar voice call his name. "Jo, how's everythin'? Things going all right?" He asked as he took a long drink from his glass.

"Things are as good as can be," Jo grinned as she pulled out a chair and plopped down on it. "How about you? Interesting place you picked out here."

"That's good," Mal replied, taking a swig from his drink. "I've been better. I needed a diversion, and a drink." He looked down at his drink, unsmiling. "Kaylee, my mechanic, seems to think I need cheerin' up. I don't, before you ask."

"Why would she think that if you don't?" Jo asked leaning back in her chair. She raised her glass to her lips and downed half of it.

Pulling a face as it burned its way down her throat, she quickly set the glass on the table. "Might not be real, but it sure tastes and feels real."

Mal sighed and also leaned back in his chair, thinking how best to respond. "All right, the nightmares've been gettin' to me. I'm guessin' you've had your share of them too." He lifted his glass and took another long drink from it, finishing off what was left of it; he raised a hand to get the bar maid's attention, and she hurried over with a full glass.

Mal took it with a nod, and took another long sip. "Sure does. I'm hopin' it's as good as the real thing for taking a person's mind off things." In other words, he really didn't mind if he drank too much. Might distract him a bit, and give him something else to do.

Jo nodded slowly. She couldn't blame him if that was the reason he needed to be cheered up. She'd had her fair share of nightmares lately, and really? She was more than getting sick of them.

She arched an eyebrow and grinned. "Well since you're wanting to take your mind off things for a while, you wanna play a drinking game? It'll move things right along for ya."

Well, that was unexpected... Mal raised his eyebrows at her. "..You're serious? You want to play a drinkin' game with me." He eyed her skeptically, trying to figure out just how serious she was.

"How good are you at handlin' drinking?"

She leaned forward and pointed at her face. "Does it look like I'm not serious?" She turned and motioned for the waitress... person to bring the whole bottle over.

Turning back to Mal, she flashed him a smug grin. "About as good as I am when it comes to fighting. You're not afraid to play against me are you?" Yes, yes she was challenging him.

It had been a while since Ronon had gotten himself a drink and seeing one of the Sensoriums turned into a bar, he decided to step into it and grab a drink. Hopefully the creator wouldn't mind.

He looked around to see if he could identify the person who summoned the bar. It was Mal. Ronon went to the bar and got a pint of beer before making his way to Mal's corner. He'd heard rumours that some people on Stacy don't remember past events sometimes. That those people weren't the same as the previous... version?

"Reynolds," came the greeting.

Mal had to laugh at how many people were attracted to the bar scene. He didn't mind in the least; if they wanted a drink, they could have a drink. What with everything going on, maybe a drink would helpful, and make them feel better. "Hey." Mal looked up at the person who'd just walked in. "Sit down, if you want," he offered.

He thought maybe he'd met him before, but couldn't put a face to the name; with a dry laugh, he asked, "Sorry, I'm forgettin' your name. Feel like remindin' me?"

Ronon took his seat and sat casually. "Ronon Dex." And he took a gulp of beer.

"When did you get here?" Ronon could be sociable if he tried.

"Right. Might've heard your name somewhere before." He probably had, somewhere, Stacy being as large as she was, and everything.

Assuming he meant when he arrived on the ship, Mal fell silent for a moment, trying to recall the date, or at least an estimate of it. "Two months ago, or somethin' like that. The time's gone by faster than I thought." He took another long swig from his glass, and Mal was halfway through.

Ronon took mental note of that. In any case, it seemed that Mal had been there for not as long as he had. I guess the rumours are true then. He didn't dwell too much on that thought though.

"Yeah, time goes fast here. I've been here for a while myself. Been staying busy?"

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