Addictions
Mal looked at the man on the deck of the cargo hold, the catatonic glaze in his eyes a dead giveaway to what had happened.
"All right. Who let him get his hands on that stuff?" He glared at the crew members, noting how Wash snickered and slid a sideways look at Zoe, the way Kaylee bounced on the tip of her toes and looked up at the ceiling with an innocent look.
Inara smiled at him with asperity, raising one eyebrow in challenge and Mal sighed, nudging the prone body on the floor. Of course, the salient fact remained that their biggest problem was to figure out what to do now.
"Pretty gunses," Jayne murmured, curled around the authentic set of ancient colt .45s, fingers running along the pearl handles greedily, giggling to himself. "Preeeetty..."