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Hours after Kang's Party, and too tired to go home

Dean stumbled around, his head still buzzing away with all the liquor he drank down.

Down down into a dark hole. 'What's dead should stay dead.' 'You sure all of you came back?'

He wiped a hand in front of his face, blinking, and gave a drunken laugh that almost made him sound more insane than drunk. At least the alcohol sluicing through his body killed some of the thoughts. The memories of Cold Oak, Hell, and thoughts about destiny and burdens. He didn't have to focus now. Hunt was done, could sleep. Oh wait, no he can't. Never slept all that much to begin with, what else is new?

He hummed Enter Sandman in a daze as he fell over to one of the organic couches in the Obs Deck. Nothing like magic fingers, but what the hell?

"Damn, I think I need another drink, haha..." he commented drunkenly to himself.

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Sawyer was still wandering around the ship after leaving the party in search of his 'room.' With all the Nightmare King craziness going on after he'd been kicked out of GLaDoS' maze, Sawyer hadn't had much of an 'opportunity' to get any sleep much less memorize which of the identical rooms in the crew quarters were his. With the air in the full of dust and the old barracks just creepy as all hell, Sawyer stumbled his way into the obs deck, intent on crashing on one the fleshy couches.

Yeah, they were gross but at this point he was both too tired and too drunk to care.

He wandered in just in time to catch the tail end of what Dean had said. "Talkin' to yerself there, Ace?" he said, shuffling over to an empty couch and plopping himself down onto it.

Dean snorted at that, even if the nickname made him pause for a brief second, "If you think about it, you can't. Not with big momma Stacy overseeing all, you know?"

What had possessed Kaylee to stumble up towards the living quarters instead of Serenity was beyond her, but she had managed it somehow. The alcohol (when was the last time she'd had that much to drink, anyhow? Canton??) was probably a good part of it. She made a soon-to-be forgotten mental note that the ship was the other way, and continued on her way through the Deck.

Up until this point, she had actually done fairly well at staying quiet and sneaking about, but clumsy footing led to barely regained balance.

"Bie wu long, end up on the floor." Not a good idea, considering she only had the use of one arm to catch herself. It only took a moment longer to realize she was mumbling to no one but her own self, and only another split second to burst into a fit of giggles.

Oh, tomorrow'd be one hell of a hangover.

Dean eyed her with a sleepy drunken smile.

"Thass why there's couches. Softer." He started to get up to help her, but only fell onto the floor himself.

Whoops.

"Maybe you should stick to the couches, hm?"

The giggles kept on coming, though Kaylee did make her careful way over to offer Dean her uninjured arm for help up.

"Yeah, yeah, don't remind me," Sawyer grumbled, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. "Last think I wanna be doin' is thinkin' about this damn ship peepin' on me when I'm beatin' off."

"That's because you're thinking too much. Goes better if you don't."

Dean added, "Unless you're saying you're thinking of the ship when you're greasing your pole... and dude that's just ...weird." The tentacles alone were a libido killer in his opinion.

"Yeah, couches are better." He grabbed her hand, and slowly rose up. Though the momentum made him stumbled, and nearly fall on her chest.

Hmmm... speaking of things that are soft.

Sawyer's eyes open and he lifted his head to scowl at Dean.

"Very funny, jackass."

He's not amused.

His stumble only helped her to fall backwards onto the couch behind her, half dragging him down as well.

"Maybe we should stick to one spot," she laughed. Moving around didn't seem to be doing either of them any good.

Even though Ghanima hated being on Stacy and tried to stay inside the City where it didn't seem so much like being on a living spaceship, she always seemed to be pulled to the obs deck. She liked to watch the shifting patterns of stars and space itself through the large windows. It was calming, and it even made her smile a little.

She'd heard Dean's approach before he'd even made it to the obs deck, and had stiffled a smile as he fell onto on of the couches. He was drunk, and loud and could be possibly amusing.

Turning she took a step toward the couch he was sprawled out on. "Would you like me to get a drink, Dean?" she asked, trying to hold back her amused smile.

"Oh I know I'm hilarious and awesome," He smugly replied before promptly belching. Too much beer, damn.

"Yeah, I can't dance anyway," He joked back, though he had a little interest at the moving. Hmm... not enough interest yet, that's not good.

"Nah, I'm good here, thanks," Dean replied with a grin as he laid sprawled out.

"'M sure you could if you really tried at it," Kaylee assured him, making herself plenty comfortable on the couch. And then she grinned, tongue between her teeth and eyes all full of teasing. "Don't always gotta be on your feet to dance anyways..."

He snorted, "Why, you offering lessons or something?"

Though the rest made his mouth creep upward again, "You sure you still talking about dancing, darlin'?"

"Lessons?" More laughter. "'Bout all I ever learned was a waltz for some fancy shindig on a job." Of course, if she could somewhat teach Kang to dance, she could probably teach Dean...

Her eyes lit up some. "Well, I dunno. What else could I be talkin' 'bout?"

"That's it? Man, that's lame, that's no way to dance."

Dean smirked back at her, "I dunno, more like some dirty dancing." Not that he ever saw the movie. ...Ok, he watched a few minutes of it and was disappointed that while there was dancing, there really wasn't anything dirty about it.

"It's enough of a way. Better than knowin' nothin'."

With a lazy smile, Kaylee leaned forward. "Well, that's certainly a nice possibility, ain't it."

Dean shifted around. Just to get more comfortable of course... right.

"Just a possibility?"

Of course! Comfort is everything, after all. No point in anything else if one isn't comfortable.

"Maybe a little more than that. Aaaaall depends."

And this was very comfortable here all laying by each other, nestled in. Very warm too.

He leaned closer to her, head almost touching, "Depends on something like this?"

Leaning closer to deliver a soft kiss.

Maybe it was the multiple rounds of cactus juice in her system making her mind go all fuzzy, but Kaylee had a good enough idea that part of it was probably Dean's doing. Not that it was something she was too worried about, and she certainly wasn't about to fight it off.

The kiss lingered a moment before Kaylee pulled back, all sly smiles. "Somethin' like that could have a nice effect on the landscape, I think."

He waggled his eyebrows back at her, "Enjoying some of the landscape right now."

"Oh yeah?" she asked, cuddling up against him. "Good view?"

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