Firefly Fic: Pink Out (River/Jayne) PG
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toxic_cornTitle: Pink Out
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG
Prompt: First Line
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cobb_and_tam's First Line Prompt. Go join and play! Now! *makes shooing gesture*
Jayne splashed the cold water from the basin onto his face, trying desperately to recall what happened the previous night. He remembered going to that bar with Mal and Zoe and meeting his girl not that long after.
He winced. He’d promised he’d stop drinking, she’d talked about Sir Osis or something and he’d agreed to stop, figuring she couldn’t be there to babysit him every second and maybe the occasional beer wouldn’t do that much damage.
At first she’d been upset to find him in a bar, drink in hand. Rightly so, since he'd made a promise and broken it. But then she’d gone all weirdly calm and that shoulda tipped him off right there. She’d even gotten a few drinks for him, opting to only get a little girly pink drink for herself.
Why the hell did she let him drink so much he blacked out?? Sir Osis coulda eaten his liver and then where’d he be? Liverless and Riverless, that’s where.
Grabbing a towel, Jayne dried off his face and tossed it absently at the chair and ran a hand down his front. He paused when his hand brushed some gauze taped to his stomach. Had he gotten into a fight? Now that he thought about it, his skin was feelin’ kinda achey. But not the kind of ache that usually came from a knife fight.
Suspiciously, Jayne peeled the bandage away and gaped into the mirror in horror.
There on his stomach was a cheery pink elephant in a tutu.
“River!” Jayne bellowed.
As if she’d been waiting for her cue, the hatch opened and she climbed down the ladder, pausing on the bottom step to glare at him.
“When I say ‘no drinking’ I’m not saying it just to hear my own voice. I mean no drinking. Petunia is there to serve as a reminder.”
Jayne pointed at the elephant, nostrils flaring. “I take my shirt off when I work, everyone’s gonna see this! What the hell am I supposed to do, ya crazy woman?!”
She frowned thoughtfully. “Well. Perhaps you can take up belly dancing lessons. Then it will look like Petunia is pirouetting. It gets dull out in the black; it could make an entertaining dinner show.”
As River left the room howling, Jayne put the bandage back into place and muttered, “That’s what I get for marryin’ a smartass.”
THE END
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG
Prompt: First Line
Notes: Written for
cobb_and_tam's First Line Prompt. Go join and play! Now! *makes shooing gesture*Jayne splashed the cold water from the basin onto his face, trying desperately to recall what happened the previous night. He remembered going to that bar with Mal and Zoe and meeting his girl not that long after.
He winced. He’d promised he’d stop drinking, she’d talked about Sir Osis or something and he’d agreed to stop, figuring she couldn’t be there to babysit him every second and maybe the occasional beer wouldn’t do that much damage.
At first she’d been upset to find him in a bar, drink in hand. Rightly so, since he'd made a promise and broken it. But then she’d gone all weirdly calm and that shoulda tipped him off right there. She’d even gotten a few drinks for him, opting to only get a little girly pink drink for herself.
Why the hell did she let him drink so much he blacked out?? Sir Osis coulda eaten his liver and then where’d he be? Liverless and Riverless, that’s where.
Grabbing a towel, Jayne dried off his face and tossed it absently at the chair and ran a hand down his front. He paused when his hand brushed some gauze taped to his stomach. Had he gotten into a fight? Now that he thought about it, his skin was feelin’ kinda achey. But not the kind of ache that usually came from a knife fight.
Suspiciously, Jayne peeled the bandage away and gaped into the mirror in horror.
There on his stomach was a cheery pink elephant in a tutu.
“River!” Jayne bellowed.
As if she’d been waiting for her cue, the hatch opened and she climbed down the ladder, pausing on the bottom step to glare at him.
“When I say ‘no drinking’ I’m not saying it just to hear my own voice. I mean no drinking. Petunia is there to serve as a reminder.”
Jayne pointed at the elephant, nostrils flaring. “I take my shirt off when I work, everyone’s gonna see this! What the hell am I supposed to do, ya crazy woman?!”
She frowned thoughtfully. “Well. Perhaps you can take up belly dancing lessons. Then it will look like Petunia is pirouetting. It gets dull out in the black; it could make an entertaining dinner show.”
As River left the room howling, Jayne put the bandage back into place and muttered, “That’s what I get for marryin’ a smartass.”
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Date: 2006-10-06 04:57 pm (UTC)