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Thirty-Six Bells: [Written/Action]

[Written:]

In light of my new duties as first lieutenant of the LES Britannia, impending matrimony, and being bloody terrible at running a foodhouse, I shall soon retire as the owner of Cloud Nine. I'd like to continue to work a few shifts, of course, but the club will need new management. Which brave soul will shoulder the task?

-A. Kennedy

[Action only: He is enjoying the last night of the voyage, simply meditating upon the lovely roll of the ship beneath him. It's chilly out, and he can see his breath, but he doesn't mind, wrapped up tightly in his heavy wool greatcoat. Softly he sings a song swallowed by the night, evidenced mainly by the mist of it in the air around his lips.]

The maiden, oh, the maiden oh.
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!
A maid that is young,
A maid that is fair,
A maid that is kind and pleasant, oh,
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!

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Aye! I made it up! It's all made up!

[A chuckle.]

Well, I'm afraid it doesn't quite work that way, Jack. Although I suppose I have as much right as any in Luceti to make you an honorary Scot.

'Twould make my heart glad, Kennedy. And my tartan legitimate.

Very well. With a wave of my hand, an honorary Scot you are, of the Sparrow clan.

Ha! Very clannish, we Sparrows! [Or at least Grandmama's family had been, horrid thing.]

Obliged, Kennedy-me-laddie! Now I'm a Scotsman!

Despite blood ties, yes. Although I suppose you're enough like a relation to me that we can count that.

Edited 2012-09-19 20:33 (UTC)

My blood? A mystery, really. Though I have grown to look at you as one of my clan, mate.

Edited 2012-09-19 20:36 (UTC)

Then I...I suppose that means I'll have family at my wedding after all.

[It's spoken lightly, but with a hesitant sincerity.]

Kennedy.

You do know, mate, that without McCoy here? You'd be my best mate.

If it were MY wedding, at the least.

[This bromance moment brought to you all courtesy of rum.]

[Also, sherry.

There's a long pause as Archie takes a suitable amount of time to be moved.]

Thank you. I do wish we had McCoy again.

Aye, well....he's been gone a long time. Most a year.

Happier, him -- up in space. [Space which he H A T E S.]

Though his Kirk is back.

Here? I didn't see that.

Well. Voyaging, you. [Said with a verbal shrug.]

He and Buffy....

They were once........

...Oh. I'd forgotten that.

Lookit us, eh? One getting married! The other.....

Well. At least Kirk hasn't moved in.

Yet.

Why would he?

Why did Spike? Dunno. I've tried to keep my mouth shuttish about the whole affair.

From what I understand, he simply invited himself. Does Kirk remember her?

No. Nor myself. But he knows Bonesy.

So why would he choose to move in with Buffy?

Because she'd invite him. Alone and friendless and new? Invite him in.

[Because as far as Jack was concerned with Spike, he'd been invited. Not being kicked out immediately was invited.]

She doesn't do that with everyone. You're being jealous.

True. She never did it with myself, did she? [There is a sigh and the sound of rum being swallowed -- the swish of a half-empty bottle.]

Suppose I could always go back to Cullen House should he become unbearable.

MORE unbearable.

Edited 2012-09-19 22:25 (UTC)

What is he doing?

What, apart from threats and keeping his blood in the refrigerator?

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