Whistle While You Work: [Open]

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There was a problem with having big, massive battles that encompassed the entire ship, aside from the whole 'OMG We're Gonna DIE!' thing. The problem: Someone had to clean up after it.

After the battlefields of World War II had disappeared, after the Nightmare King had been destroyed, and after the pissed off bald kid had dropped a damn hurricane into the ship, the city was littered with rubble and debris. Broken sections of buildings lay on the ground, blocking entire streets. Shattered glass threatened to cut open the plant suits--of those still wearing them--and lodge themselves in people's feet. And then there was the dust that had been kicked up by the winds and still hadn't come down. It was a disaster.

But someone had to clean it up--or at least try--and someone was. Sawyer, equipped with shovels, some brooms, rakes, and a couple of wheelbarrows that he'd found in a garden shed in the Vatican, was down in the city getting to the business of cleaning up the mess. With the heat of the city coupled with the physical exertion and the dust in the air, he'd long ago ripped off the top of his plant suit and wrapped it around his nose and mouth in an effort to keep the dust particles from getting into his lungs.

It was a dirty business, but someone had to do it. Although, some help wouldn't hurt.

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"Damn, right," Sawyer said with a firm nod. "Hell, if you're old enough to die for your universe, you're old enough to have a beer, ain't ya?"

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"Huh." Jamie uttered a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a snort, shaking his head a little as he bent to scoop up some more debris. "Makes as much sense as anything else around here, I guess."

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Damn straight!"

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

"So where do we get alcohol on this ship anyway?" Keeping track of booze sources wasn't a big priority of Jamie's, what could he say.

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"Well, I dunno about beer," Sawyer began, dumping another scoop of dirt into his barrow. "But I got a nice stash of whiskey, gin, rum, and tequila. Might as well start ya off on the good stuff."

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"Mn." Jamie mulled this over for a moment or two. "Any of those you'd recommend over the others?"

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"Well, for a virgin, I say we start with the rum and work our way up to the whiskey and tequila," he answered, grinning. He could already picture the kid three sheets the wind. It was gonna be epic!

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Jamie made an embarrassed noise and ducked his head, digging his shovel into another pile of rubble. No man likes to be called a virgin, after all. Even if it was true, as in Jamie's case, on a number of levels.

"Not all at once, right? Isn't it a bad idea, mixing different kinds of alcohol like that?" He was no expert drinker, but he'd heard that mixing liquors could have unpleasant repercussions.

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"Hell no," Sawyer shook his head and scowled. "Just don't go drinkin' beer before you drink the hard stuff or you'll end up sick as a damn dog. Other than that, drink whatever ya want."

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"Okay, sure." Jamie shrugged mildly and shoveled another load into the barrow. "So when's a good time for you?"

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"Well," he said, mimicking Jamie by scooping up some more dirt. "Once I'm done here and get a dang shower, I'll be in the media library, gettin' drunk and watchin' me some Dukes of Hazzard."

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"'Dukes of Hazzard'?" Jamie briefly shot the other man a quizzical look and then shrugged again. "Okay, I'll find you there when we're done with this."