[LOCATION: MAIN STREET]

[friar_trip]

[Trip liked his alcohol. That much everyone knew. Rarely a day went by when he didn't have a drink of some sort. But given the responsibilities of both of his jobs, he rarely got drop dead stinking drunk.

At last call tonight, he'd passed that 5 beers ago. Everything, from Mal's admission then avoiding him to the usual feeling in the pit of his stomach that was somehow made worse by the situation, had come to head and he just hadn't been able to stop.

And now he was walking home through the deserted street, abet slowly and with many detours, so as to avoid the disappointed looks from Leo and Felix. Everything was funny and nothing hurt. For the moment.

And that telephone pole looked fun to swing around right about now.]

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[scarlock]

[Looks like that was successful, though Mal has to frown right back at Trip for what he says.]

Clearly you haven't been paying attention to what they say about us and how we're generally treated.

[pettythief]

What—hey! [ Chris first glares at Mal, but then decides to direct his ire toward the current source, Trip. He grits his teeth against the fussing with the burn and instead snaps, ] You happy?

Doesn't matter what you think, anyway. What matters is how it is.

[friar_trip]

[Trip ignores Chris' protests and just finishes up.]

I think ya'll would be surprised. 'specially you, Mal. Everyone I asked 'bout ya said you were a good man, Archer rumors aside. Good man, just closed off.

[He didn't mention what he'd heard about Chris, since the source had been a certain father figure of his, but it had been about the same.]