A spot of carefree carousing

[out_of_my_time]

Sam laid on his bed, lazily regarding the ceiling.  A faint smile played absently over his lips.  In the background, the radio was fuzzily playing Atomic Rooster, for once entirely devoid of the voices of doctors and nurses or the sound of a heart monitor.  For once, Sam didn't particularly care.  It was a warm evening, the light of the late sun

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[tiancaidoctor]

However he managed it, he did, and Simon Tam stood in the middle of the early seventies apartment. He looked oddly serene and happy, considering the fact that he was a man who usually appeared to be treading the fine line between panic and professionalism. He looked around the room a moment, hands resting in the bottoms of his pockets, before letting his eyes settle on the person lounging on the bed.

"Sam?"

With his eyebrows raised only slightly with making the name a question, Simon let the corners of his mouth tug themselves up into a smallish kind of smile. The fact that the man in front of him so resembled someone else who had, very recently, put him in a web didn't seem to bother him in the slightest.

[out_of_my_time]

As Sam lay there, listening contentedly to Bowie singing over the radio, a man appeared out of nowhere in the middle of his flat. For a moment, Sam blinked at him, but then his mouth curved into one of those rare, wonderful, face-cracking grins of his.

'Simon,' he greeted the man, and rolled to shift himself off the bed. He offered Simon his hand, his grin not wavering in the slightest.

'Hey; great to see you found your way here.'

[tiancaidoctor]

Simon dug his hand from out of his pocket to take Sam's in a short but enthusiastic shake.

"Great to be off of Serenity," he said, smiling much wider at the admission. And it was great, even if he'd left River without finding someone on the crew to watch her while he was away. He was sure that she would be fine without him, and being sure meant Simon would do little worrying on the matter.

"You mentioned drinks?"

[out_of_my_time]

Straight to the point, this man. Sam liked that. Of course, Gene was straight to the point too, but there it was. Sam couldn't say he didn't like Gene either, after all. At least not at the moment.

'I did indeed. Come on,' he nodded towards the door, shrugging on his jacket from the hook on the wall. 'The Railway Arms; you'll like it.'

He opened the door for Simon, locking it behind them as they exited. 'The barman's fantastic.'