Virtual Firefly Book continues 3
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Monday, January 15, 2024 00:15
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*As the words leave Brit's mouth, she feels a smack on her shoulder, Brit looks at Dash.
Dash: "You said hit me."
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*As the bartender pours her another glass, she looks at Dash with narrowed eyes, seemingly not amused*
Are you trying to conjure up puns to amuse me?
*Stares with a grundgy growl in her voice. She drinks the other glass of alcohol down at once as she did before and stands up, facing Dash, still holding the empty glass in her hand*
Oram: Now, Brit no need to be startin--
*interrupts Oram and continues talking to Dash* Your puns being used to emphasize a different meaning of the same word are not by any means comical, nor with they make me chuckle in hilarity.
*She smacks Dash across the face with the back of her hand and faces the bartender again, setting down her glass with an impish grin on her face*
Hit me again.
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"You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin' command here." - Jayne Cobb (Firefly)
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*Dash raises her hand, Oram moves to step between them, but Dash just waves at the bartender:
Dash: "I'll take a drink over here."
*She swigs down the drink and turns to Brit
Dash: "I did not conjure the pun, I merely utilized the opportunity to you created to finish it. The effect of the alcohol is very apparent, therefore I might have been willing to excuse your indiscretion. However, you have now increased the amount of force used."
*Dash lands a kick to Brit's head. Brit smashes her glass and a fight ensues. Blow for blow they are even, as each has some idea of what the other might do before it occurs. Well meaning patrons try to part them, but then receive the wrath of both girls. Oram tries to stand between them, but is unable to stop them.
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*A man sneaks behind Dash and Dash pulls her leg back, landing a kick in the crotchal region. Another man runs up behind Brit, and trys to choke-hold her, but she flips him over her back. The two girls continue fighting, and they eventually grab each other by the throat.*
*Sky and Oram rush over*
Sky: ENOUGH! You two calm yourselves already.
*Brit releases Dash's throat as Dash does the same*
She started it.
Sky: I don't give a good gorram who started it! You know mighty well how we don't need any attention drawn to us. You forget we're all theives here?
I haven't forgotten.
Sky: Then what in the hell do you think you're doing?
The ching wah tsao duh liou mahng smited me.
Sky: Hell, girl. I'll smite ya if you don't quit it. We came here to relax, not get into it.
*Brit's tongue slips from her mouth as she walks over to her chair and sits. Dash sits next to her. The two blatantly ignore each other for a moment before Brit speaks to her again*
You're a fair correspondant in combat.
*Dash gives her a "huh" look*
It was fun.
*Brit grins as a the same slightly disturbing grin crosses Dash's lips. Brit and Dash chug down a drink together and set their glasses on the table*
*Brit and Dash in Unison*: Hit me.
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"You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin' command here." - Jayne Cobb (Firefly)
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*abbey is not having a good night.
First it was the "incident" at the ship involving her and the Captain. She thought a drink might be the thing to help her relax a little.
Since arriving at the saloon, she'd been reminded of the "incident" at least twice and witnessed a bar fight between two crew members - one from her ship and one from a ship that is closely tied with them. Although it does seem to be resolved now and the two are drinking together.
But she is not relaxed. Not at all. She is still on edge. She fiddles with the inhaler in her pocket and wonders if this was a bad idea.
She decides that she'll hang out for a bit longer, since she doesn't really want to walk the five miles back to the ship alone.*
abbey *muttering to herself*: I wonder if they have taxis nearby...
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*It’s later in the evening and most of the crew are half tanked on beverages, with Oram having already entertained them by doing the customary song and dance on the bar table. She sits next to Abbey when done and notices the uncomfortable look on her face, she gives a half sloppy grin as a greeting to her friend*
Abbey: You keep going on about the Captain and me, Oram and I swear….
Shhhh…. Don’t kill the buzz….
Abbey: You’re drunk… again
I'm not think as you drunk I am… I'm pished….
*Abbey simply rolls her eyes at her friends non-restraint and disgusting sense of behaviour*
Abbey: When we get back to the ship, we’re having a talk about you and your ‘drinking’…
*Oram just simply dissolves into giggles*
Abbey: What?
*Half-choking on laughter* I just got the image of you and the Capt’n … and …. And… Oh my god!!! The babies …. *laughs harder, lays her head on the table, settles then watches Abbey … hiccoughs a little* … It’s funny being me… Can I ask a question?
Abbey: *eyeroll* What?
Can I be called Aunty Oram or… do I have to be related to have that honour?
*Abbey has had enough*
Abbey: Right… I'm going.
*comprehension seems to get to Oram's fuzzy mind*
Abbey... wait... I was just joking...
Abbey: *anger slightly rising* When you've had enough and become a decent friend again, I'll be on the Book waiting.
*With that she exits the bar, and makes her, although very long, way back to The Book*
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*Dash walks up behind Oram, having had only one drink, she is more lucid than the others, but still not all there.
Dash: "She's leaving."
Oram: "I know she's going back to the Book she's tired of all the teasing.
*Dash takes a long look after Abbey, and says nothing more. The rest of the gang, following Sky's leave were also exiting. Dash turns to go back to the Indy.
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*Surprised that she's the first back onto the ship, Oram goes about making herself a cup of tea (a rare thing to come by, but she feels she deserves it) then heading off to her bunk to sleep the drinks and other merriment off*
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*I spot our mule outside a bar down the street and start heading that direction. It dawns on me as I get closer that this is a recipe for more teasing. Captain needing a ride home from...from her.*
*I stop in the street*
Walk five miles or walk in there?
*I cut down the alley next to the bar and into the field behind.*
Someone: Ouch! *Followed by a long string of cursing*
*I look towards the noise and see someone picking theirself up off the ground. I know that voice*
Abbey? *I head her direction and fall into the same drainage ditch she was crawling out of.* Son of a B....
Abbey: Colt? * She turns and slips right back into the ditch landing on top of me*
Goram woman, What are you trying to do?
Let go of me Colt
I ain't holding you.
You're on my arm.
Hey watch you foot.
Mister you need to move your hand right now, if you want to keep it.
It was an accident and.. Ouch watch it..Stop just stop for a second.
*We untangle our bodies and get to our feet*
What are you doing out here? *in unison*
I was heading back to the ship.
Abbey: So was I.
What didnt you just take the mule?
Abbey: Why didn't you?
I wanted to walk.
Abbey: I think you need more practice.
Hey! I seem to recall you were face down in here when I found you.
Abbey: Well...I...I was. *She starts laughing and I join her*
Here let me help you out. We'll both take the Mule back.
*I help her up. She standing in the moonlight covered in mud and I can't remember seeing a prettier site.*
Abbey: What?
Oh nothing. Come on mules this way.
*We walk down the alley towards the bar*
Hold up. *I check my holster. It's empty* Must'a drop my gun in the ditch.
*I turn to go back but two shadows block our path. Two more enter from the other side of the alley.*
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*Shadows are moving in closer to Colt and abbey. Abbey squeezes his arm, nervously.*
Colt *whispering as he pushes abbey behind him*: Something tells me were not going to make it to the mule.
Abbey *sarcastically*: You think?
The first guy comes out of the shadows with a mask on his face. He has a gun pointed at them
Guy: Well what do we have here? Visitors to our fair town?
Colt *trying to lighten the mood*: What can I do you for?
Guy: You can hand over all your valuables.
Colt: Don’t have much…
Guy: She does… *He points to abbey, who is wearing a simple but expensive necklace and earrings. Turns to one of his cronies.* Get those and search them both.
*Another guy comes forward and goes toward abbey.*
Abbey *whispering into Colt’s ear*: I have a gun on my ankle…
Colt *whispering too*: Can’t get to it easily, won’t help us.
Abbey: At least I didn’t lose mine.
Colt: And I’m not wearing jewelry that costs as much as that.
Abbey *snorts*: Are you wearing the cheap stuff instead?
Colt *loudly*: NO!
*Second robber, pulls abbey roughly out from behind Colt and pushes her against the wall.*
Colt: No needs for the hands on!
A third guy comes up and pushes Colt against the wall. Colt catches sight of the last guy at the end of the alley, keeping watch.
Guy: Well, what happened to you two? Got yourselves all muddy.
Colt: Spa treatment gone bad? *Colt keeps an eye on abbey. She looks back at him, a plan forming in her head.* Oh, this is so not good.
*The second guy removes her jewelry and steps back to fill the bag he had. Abbey kicks quickly and lands a blow in a very sensitive area. The guy drops to the ground in pain. The first guy lunges forwards and pins her firmly against the wall and puts his gun to her head. Colt shoots her a look that says ‘what the hell are you doing?’.*
Guy: Don’t make me kill you, lady.
Abbey *starting to wheeze*: Planning on it anyway though, aren’t you?
Guy *laughing*: Hell no! We’re thieves, not murderers. Though I do have a plan for the both of you.
*The third guy finishes relieving Colt of any valuables that he had on him, then moves on to abbey as the second guy slowly pulls himself up from the ground. He finds her gun and a wad of cash on her. Abbey draws in a ragged breath. He shows them to the lead thief who whistles.*
Guy: Now what have we got here?
Colt *to abbey*: You walk around with that much cash on you?
Abbey *snaps at Colt*: It’s habit! *She wheezes.*
Colt *looking at her with concern*: You OK?
*abbey shakes her head as the thief finds the inhaler in her pocket and pulls it out.
Guy *looking at inhaler*: What is that? And what is wrong with her?
*Abbey snatches inhaler from the man and takes a quick puff before he wrestles it back out of her hand. The wheezing quickly stops*.
Colt *a bit menacing*: She’s been sick. Just leave that alone. Let her keep it.
Guy *taking it from his fellow henchman and reads the label*: For acute asthma attacks. Hmm. My sister’s kid has that problem. She thanks you in advance for the gift. *Colt starts to step forward, but is put back into his place by the guy pointing the gun directly at abbey’s head.* You seem to care for this lady a bit, so you best stay still. *Colt freezes.*
Abbey *muttering*: Even thieves we don’t know give us grief. Is everyone insane?
Guy *as the third guy hands the bag of loot to him*: Handcuff them and get them into the hover. *Turns to abbey and Colt.* Can’t have you running straight to the sheriff. We’ll drive you a ways out and drop you off. It’ll take you a while to get back.
Colt *as thief handcuffs his hands behind him*: How far? *Abbey is getting handcuffed the same.*
Guy: May take you a day, maybe more. Don’t worry, there is water and the like on the way. You won’t be harmed none. Just a little tired.
Colt *almost pleading*: She needs that inhaler. Walking that far may…
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