In the 2nd floor common room...

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River perches patiently on a chair arm, with a determined scowl on her face.

Gorram zombies. Gorram gory aftermaths. Gorram two-day DVD rentals.

Everything was prepared. Again. Half a dozen two-liter bottles of soda, napkins, and a bowl of tortilla chips and salsa stood on the table in the back of the room. The DVDs -- Better Off Dead, Real Genius, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Risky Business, License to Drive, The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, 16 Candles, Heathers, and a handful of others that had looked promising -- were laid out on the end table between the comfortable chair and the sofa.

Now all I need is some guests. And possibly some alcohol. If no-one shows, I'm definitely not going to go through this sober.

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[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"It's called Mudder's Milk, I think." River beams over in Jayne's direction, then drinks from the glass, gasps with the hit of the alcohol, and smiles back at Angela. Her vocal mannerisms, as she speaks, change slightly, as though mimicking someone else. "Got all the vitamins, proteins, and carbs of your Grandma's best turkey dinner, plus fifteen-percent alcohol. Very good. Strong, though."

[chasingangela]

Angela smiles. "Yeah, I can tell. I'll have to try it someday."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm fine," River insists happily. "This? This is nothing." She sips from the shot glass, then licks her lips and ventures a pleasant smile. "So... you and Marty? What's happening in that regard?"

[chasingangela]

Angela glances across the room, but Marty is suddenly very engrossed in watching his double flirt with a cute French girl. He won't look her way.

She makes herself smile anyhow. "We're ... fine. I mean, we're talking a few things out, but mostly it's good." Except for the part where there seem to be about eleven thousand ways this relationship ends with one of us dead. But, hey, that shouldn't be until after homecoming, she thinks

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River leans on one arm, smiling up at the redhead with a goofy and possibly drunken smile. "It'll all work out. I'm sure of it. And don't worry so much. You two... you fit together like --" She moves to interlace her fingers, finds the shot glass still in one of them, and embraces the glass with both hands. "-- like this. Tight. Mu-tu-al-ly re-in-for-cing." She carefully enunciates each syllable.

"Each strengthening where the other might be weak. See?" She grins, then takes another drink from the glass.

[chasingangela]

"I hope you're right," Angela says, stealing another glance at Marty. He is trying to pretend he isn't staring at them, but is losing the battle. "He definitely keeps my life ... interesting."

She stands. "I think I have to try this Mudder's Milk."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River beams. "C'mon. It's over here." She leads the way back over towards Jayne and pours both herself and Angela a fresh shotglass-full.

[chasingangela]

"Bottoms up," Angela says, awkwardlty, and downs the shot.

It tastes like milk, and the scent of Lysol, and oranges, and strong whiskey. It makes Angela cough a little, and then she feels much better.

Impulsively, she hugs River.

"Thanks so much for hosting this," she says. "It's awesome."

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River hugs her back, leaning her head against Angela's shoulder. "You're welcome. I'm just glad everything went alright this time." She pulls back just a touch and smiles shyly at the redhead, hands still resting lightly on Angela's hips.