CEEEEEELEBRATE GOOD TIMES~

[governorkang]

Several buildings in the City had been completely destroyed during Aang's rampage, but a few had survived relatively unscathed. It had only taken Kang two days to repair the Drunken Dragon; he'd done so by himself, not even waiting for his leg to heal up a bit first.

Usually, he didn't bother lighting any candles or using the fireplace in the tavern unless it was a period when the artificial sun had set. He could see perfectly fine in the dim light. For the celebration, though, he'd thrown the windows open wide, scrounged up every candle he could find, and started up a fire, knowing that human vision wasn't as good as his own. The tables surrounding the stage had been cleaned, as well as the tankards, and the door was propped open. The bozak had even wrestled two of the 60-gallon barrels from the back room into a corner of the main room for easier access, one of cactus juice and one of ale. If more was needed, he was sure he could get someone to help bring out another.

Tess had commandeered the kitchen to make her food, bringing in her own equipment. Kang had been slightly afraid at first that she was going to burn the place down, but nothing had happened yet. She seemed to know what she was doing, even if she'd given him a few scares.

The sunlight glistened on the old sword blade teeth and dinnerplate eyes of the comical-looking wooden dragon grinning above the entrance. Come in, relax, have a drink and a bite to eat!

[OOC note: Both drinks are alcoholic, and the cactus juice has twice the kick of the ale. :D;]

Comments

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Man, who isn't?"

Allen lifts his glass to her.

"Got any good war stories? Mine involve a lot of hiding."

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Good point." Kaylee's mug is lifted in turn, and she nods down to her arm in its sling.

"Not unless we're countin' pre-war nightmares. Did have a bit of fun with a tank, though, durin' the battle. Rigged it up nice, got some good use out of it, but ended up loosin' it as a distraction while Jamie and I ran."

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Really? Neat. I wish I'd had a tank. I just kinda hid and sniped and hoped nothing that couldn't be killed by bullets came my way." He frowns. "As thrilling heroics go, it was not up there."

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"It was pretty handy, while it lasted. 'M glad I was able to pick one up that wasn't too damaged. Don't know where we would've been without it." A small shrug, and she takes a sip of her drink. "As long as it got you through, that's what counts, right?"

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Ehhhhhh."

He waves his hand in a noncommittal sort of way.

"We in the Gentry household have a soft spot for Thrilling Heroics. I'll have to make up for it later. Break a leg in the line of duty. You know, something neat that I can brag to the wife about later, impress her with my Action Manly fortitude."

Kaylee's awfully cute, so Allen thinks it's best to bring the wife up earlier than later on in this conversation.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Sound like my crew, almost, when you talk like that. All brave deeds to brag 'bout or denounce later." Kaylee can't help but laugh. "'Course, any wives on the ship--and that'd be just Zoe, really--are just as into the deeds as the rest of us. Moreso'n some, even."

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Why d'you think I have to go so far as to break my leg to impress mine?" Allen grins over his empty tankard. "The woman can kill me with her pinkie. But she wouldn't. She's too much of a sweetheart." He beams. "I miss her."

. . . that smile might be forced.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

If Kaylee takes note of the smile, she doesn't react to it any more than a slight raise of the eyebrows. "Sounds a bit like Wash 'n Zoe, actually. But they take care of each other, and it all evens out."