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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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You do realize that I am perhaps the most accomplished liar in my world? That every pirate sailing the roiling oceans, every knave locked away in the world's most diseased stone-faced prisons, and every gypsy horse-seller what's ever swindled an honest man--that NONE of these are better scoundrels than I?

Now spill whatever's making you hop about like that.

[Jack will sink down a bit further in his seat in preparation for whatever's coming next.]

Wow, you're that good? [Topic change? Maybe!]

The. Best.

Look, you don't need to tell, savvy? Just...sit quietly, then. Drink with Captain Jack for a spell.

[Because the LAST time they did this it went SO WELL.]

Alright, sounds safe enough [Until they get threadjacked and get into a fight! OHNOES?!]

[ Vash's flailing around at the Captain after his own, brief conversation with the brush head was enough to clue in McCoy to his presence in Good Spirits. And guess who is approaching after finishing his drink? Oh yes, Doctor McCoy. ]

You.

Me?

[Jack points straight at Vash. Soooo hopeful.]

Him?

No, not you. I've already spoken to you, kid.

[ Have a verbal pushdown rather than a physical one on his way to Jack. After all, first do no harm... although it looks like it'll be rapidly broken considering their last conversation. He jabs a finger at the pirate. ]

You.

Bonesy! [The greeting is cheerful, and the pirate straightens up in his seat. Who's trying to hide in the pub? Not Jack!]

Small world, Luceti. Small...inescapable...world. Drink?

Y-yeah, how about a nice, safe, friendly drink! [Vash feels bad vibes for SOME odd reason.]

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.

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[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. ]

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