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[Vash has decided to escape the rain this evening by ducking into Good Spirits. He’s been doing better since losing Rem. The pain of losing her is still fairly fresh, but no longer a shock. And now that the initial shock is over, Vash is starting to recall certain things.

He begins to think about heading home. Meryl has the day off and she’d be waiting at home and…

And…

And…

And… holy crap! Meryl kissed him! His hand hovers over his chin and his face turns bright red as he suddenly stands up, tipping over the stool he had been sitting on.]

Oh man! What do I do now!? Do I… do something!? [Starts pacing up and down the bar, staring up at the ceiling, hands clasped against his head as if no one was in the bar with him.] I should do something, but… it’s a little late for that! Oh man! WHAT DO I DO!?

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I think you've had enough of those drinks, kid. And you didn't think I'd forget you closing the journal on me, did you?

[ Clearly this is more about stolen alcohol, journal hang-ups and hitting on his pseudo-little sister now. ]

[Jack drums nervous fingers on the bartop and takes a long drink of rum.]

Wind. Blew it closed, like. Baffling, really, how...wind...OH! A peanut! [Here he'll dig into the dish of Questionable Nuts that seems to adorn every bar.]

I am not a kid.

[ Sorry Vash, ignoring you. ]

Sure it did.

[Jack eats a couple of peanuts and chases them with rum before responding to this] Well it's all better now, isn't it? No lack of whiskey here, plenty of good friends--[He will attempt to pull Vash into a friendly headlock-type thing]--no one ripping open anyone's skull to prod at the grey bits inside. Homelike, really.

Edited 2010-06-19 18:44 (UTC)

[And Vash is dragged into a headlock.] Ripping open...?

[Wait! Focus! So, apparently Jack did something stupid and got this man pissed off. Let's try to talk this situation out of turning into a fight.] Ahahahahaha! Yeah, the whiskey here is really good? How about a drink and we can talk about... uh... it? [Whatever 'it' may be.]

I'd rather rip that skull open to have prod around, actually.

[ ... Okay, so that's technically a lie, but he just wants to get a reaction out of Jack in revenge for... whatever Bones feels he needs to get revenge for. ]

Jack feels a bit braver when it comes to McCoy and his doctoring while sitting in a bar with rum and Vash to throw in between them if anything goes south. However, the doctor is still a rather guilty reminder of something bad he might have done to Buffy and her general discomfort around him lately--NONE OF WHICH HE UNDERSTANDS IN THE SLIGHTEST. Sneaking through windows and all.

In any case, his dread of Bones is now less the dread you feel for a potential torturer and more the type of dread you feel for that really crotchety Chemistry teacher you had in the eleventh grade.

Still bad, though.

And then there's the actual veiled threat he received from Buffy should he ever lift a finger to hurt McCoy. And he had zero doubt that she'd go through with it, even if he did so in self-defense.

He fidgets, his arm tightening around Vash imperceptibly while his free hand throws back more drink. Please don't choke the gunslinger, Jack. And say exactly the wrong thing while you're at it.]

Mate--look, I know I might have compromised Buffy's honor the other night...

Edited 2010-06-20 12:52 (UTC)

[Ack! Air! Air please!] No! No! No! Come on! There's no need for violence, right? It's a nice night out a little rainy, but who doesn't like rain! and- [brief pause. Jack did what exactly? Oh well, it probably isn't worse than jumping off a roof with a rope tied around your middle to make sure a woman was taking a shower safely.]

Ahahahahaha! And Buffy seems really nice! I'm sure she'd understand if you didn't make a mess at the bar. She'd probably have to clean it up after all!

Well, state the obvious. You got her drunk while she was dressed up as Goddamn Klingon, of all things.

[ Sorry Vash, but he will have to kill you if you ever repeat what you have heard tonight. He flexes his fingers before crossing his arms over his chest. His hands are getting a little itchy, ]

And I abhor violence – from a medical standpoint, anyway.

Oh, is THAT what she were dressed as? [He'll let up on the Vash-choking for a bit] And here I thought I was getting her drunk while she was dressed up as one of Sao Feng's bathhouse slappers.

[Yes, Buffy's costume had entranced him and he'd thought her a beautiful sight, putting her right up on some internal pedestal. No, he hadn't actually equated her with a prostitute, but suddenly he's a bit curious about HOW violent McCoy can get---when the right leverage is applied, of course. He'll spin that wheel a bit.]

Don't even tell me you've never considered it, mate. Maybe we could get her to snog Vash, here? Poor boy could use a little action.

What the heck is a Kling-on? Is it... from drying your clot-

WHAAAAAAAT!?

[ The wheel of McCoy's temperament does not have to be spun that much for the doctor to see a red mist. So, that was probably not the best answer that Jack could have settled for and he reaches out suddenly to grab a handful of his shirt. ]

[OH. So that's what happens...]

[And why not go a little further? After this much rum...it seems like the thing to do. Jack allows Bones to retain his grip on the shirt, leaning closer to whisper confidential-like.]

So you have considered it? Turned you down, did she? Perhaps she won't be so picky about Vash-lad.

[Sorry Vash. It's not you.]

Edited 2010-06-20 21:31 (UTC)

[No, it is him. And ignoring that jab at him because - Jack what the hell are you doing!?]

Ahahahaha! N-now remember! You just said you abhor violence! And you're a doctor, uh, right? Don't you guys take an oath or something!?

Edited 2010-06-20 22:54 (UTC)

[ Oh, you are barking up the wrong tree there Jack, but that insinuation that he was turned down by his best friend's girl pisses him off even more. He does not release the handful of material he is attempting to squeeze blood – or rum, knowing Jack – out of as his temper rises and he ignores Vash. ]

I know you're insane, but that just took the biscuit right there. Stop painting her out to be like that, you bastard.

[ Sorry Vash. It was not meant to be intentional if you develop a fear of women and their male friends after this horrifying stand-off between captain and doctor after today. ]

[Insane? Yes. There have been more hallucinations, more voices lately. Jack needs something, anything to remind him of home. The sea. Tortuga. Hell, even a whiff of a Portuguese prison would do.

And what could be better to prove this strange world wasn't all just another Locker-like hallucination than a raw encounter such as this? Bloodying one's knuckles in a Tortuga-style brawl might shatter any dangerous illusions.

He looks down at McCoy's clutching fist and smiles.]

I haven't taken her biscuit....YET.

[You know what Jack? Vash... gives up. He'll let McCoy hit you... once. Maybe twice. No, Rem wouldn't be to happy with that now would she? Maybe one.]

[ Thank you, Vash. But he was not going to ask your permission to punch Jack Sparrow off his self-righteous stool. Hanging out with James T. Kirk for three years, the doctor was bound to pick up some bad habits and lash out when pushed far enough.

Primum non nocere was such a vague principle, after all. McCoy paused after he made that comment before he brought back his free hand punched the pirate square in the jaw. ]

[The blow, coupled with the rum he's had, is enough to floor Jack Sparrow. He'll lie there rubbing his jaw, looking up at McCoy and Vash with a smile. There's already a steady trickle of blood oozing from his lip.]

Aye; that were real. Suppose I deserved it, like.

[Vash winces in sympathy with the blow. He really doesn't like violence, but he sure as heck wasn't taking that one for Jack. But, oh thank god, it looks like something was knocked back in place.] Ahaha, now, how about we all just have a drink and put this little mess behind us right? Sound good?

Hmph... sounds good to me.

[ Punching Jack – and coupled with his understanding that he deserved that – seemed to pacify the aggravated doctor as he rubbed his knuckles. Don't question his logic; he has Spock to do that for him at home. ]

[Jack looks to Vash for a hand up.]

Sorry 'bout all that, Vash lad. Never meant to question the rate at which you enjoy the attentions of the ladies. Perhaps we can swap stories...

[And a sideways look at the doctor]

You know I didn't hurt her, and I never would. [Not while semi-sane, anyway; not intentionally.]

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