Beaumonde, Maidenhead Bar.

[badinlatin]

Beaumonde. Home to...well, pretty much everything, in very large amounts, all mixed together like so much debris from a storm of neon lights and rice cake vendors.

Mal'd never admit it to anyone that didn't know him, but he really does like coming to The Maidenhead. Except for the fact that the management makes Mal and his crew lock up their weapons with these go se key cards before walking down the center staircase. Simon and Kaylee first down the stairs, as they had no guns to stow, then Wash and Zoe are hand in hand while Mal and Jayne keep an eye out for the latest contacts for the last bit of business for the Lilac job.

Mal casts an eye to Wash and Zoe, who had been also scoping the bar for anyone seeming familiar, but Mal waves a hand in dismissal.

"Sir," Zoe offers in response to this, "You sure you don't want to---?"

"Go," is the more assertive cutoff. "Go get yourselves a nice romantic meal." Apparently this is more than enough motivation for Wash, who leads Zoe away from Mal and Jayne.

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[badinlatin]

"Shhh," Mal offers quietly, quickly. They really did need to leave.

An arm around the shoulder, strong and guiding. "We gotta go, lil' one."

Some of the ones that were moving have progressed to the attempts of getting off the floor.

[swinging-cod.livejournal.com]

"What, no hand up for the injured?" Jayne snorts and stumbles to his feet.

"If I can't get my johnson workin' right after this, Stabby, I'm comin' after you."

[river_meimei]

River's eyes are closed. A tear leaks out, then another. She's trembling.

She doesn't give any sign that she's heard Jayne.

A stumbling step, and another; on the third, she nearly trips over a sprawled body. All her usual grace is gone.

Her lips shape an occasional word, but nothing is audible.

[badinlatin]

A sigh escapes him, and with a soft whoosh Mal picks up River in one sweep.

...You find someone to carry you.

Mal starts up the stairs with Jayne alongside and River in his arms, making good time before any outside security patrols venture inside.

[fantys-prettier.livejournal.com]

Mingo and Fanty are scuttling away.

". . . n't know."

"Just get the fuck out of here. Tamade. Mucked it up all; she's crazy truly."

"Well." Smug again. "Good to know at least I's got a more aesthetically pleasing mug than you have."

"Fanty."

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."