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Want to go to a party.

Then you have come to the right place.

May I?

May you what?

Take you to a party.

Which party?

Well...

*thinks* Some of my pilot friends are having one at the local tavern. It usually involves some drinking, some music, a bit of dancing and a few war stories.

But it's helluva fun.

You fly?

Mmm-Hmm.

I'm a Naval Pilot.

Oh.

Is that a good oh or a bad oh?

Just oh.

I fly.

You do? For fun? Or...

Because Wash was killed.

*looks sympathetic; he's lost several friends*

Who's Wash?

He was the pilot.

Aaaah. I'm sorry.

*shrugs*

It was his time.

That seems a little...

I mean a friend of mine is Rom and does the whole fatalistic thing but...

It's the way of the verse.

Yeah. She says that a lot too.

I want to too. What's holding you back?

Got no party to go to.

I'm sure there has to be one that you can attend.

S'not like people want me as friends.

Me either. I scare them.

Me too.

It's not our fault. I'm sorry.

They blame us.

What kinda party?

Halloween.

*tilts head* Why can't you go to a Halloween party?

Don't got no people to visit.

So? Sometimes there are open parties, for everybody.

Don't mean I can go crash them.

It's not crashin' if it's open for everybody. They like havin' people come and socialize and stuff.

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