Not That Bar

Mal leads them from Milliways to the bar, but it's Lilly who pushes the door open and steps in first. She glances around the dim, dusty bar, crowded with surly looking patrons, its one real decoration a badly flickering holographic pool table. There's a row of unidentifiable bottles behind the bar, and a bartender eyeing them warily. She loves it.

"Shiny," Lilly breathes, before stepping forward as Peter and Mal enter behind her. "Okay guys, who wants to get a table and who wants to get drinks? I'm buying, Bar changed money for me."

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Lilly pulls Meg into her suite and shuts the door behind them. The living room has been set up for the First Official Meeting of the as-yet-untitled Milliways Newspaper Staff. Because Lilly's gotten most of her idea of journalism from old movies and haunting a journalism class, this means there's a laptop computer out, a notepad, two suspiciously sparkly press badges, and a bottle of whisky.

"So, Meg. Grab a seat, let's get started!"