Title: A Not Quite Deadly Sin
Type: Ficlet/Drabble Fluffy/Silly
Author: Jaynedancing
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: River/Jayne
Rating: PG
Word count: 172
Disclaimer: Better than I own them, I didn't get paid so suing would be pointless.
Warning: Not beta'd
I snoozed and lost when it came to Crazywriterchic's seven deadly sins challenge. So I started wondering about the not so deadly sins.
A Not Quite Deadly Sin
"Whut's happenin' now?"
"She thinks he is Cesario,"
"That's the fella who ain't a fella but a girl in britches?"
"YES!"
"Don't make a lick of sense, ain't like they look alike or nuthin'."
"In the story they are twins."
"Shoulda got twins ta play 'em then, this fella's got an Adam's apple 'ud choke a pig."
"It requires an imagination."
"Don't reckon I got one."
"You don't say."
"Whatcho glarin' at me fer girl? Thought ya wanted ta watch this thing?"
"I do."
"Well alright then."
"Thank you."
"Who's this fella then?"
"The-Shepard-said-there-was-a-special-Hell-for-people-who-talk-at-the-Theatre!"
"Zat so?"
"Yes!"
"Huh... Ain't worried."
"You should be."
"Hey! Yer talkin' too,"
"To answer you!"
"Still talkin'. Ifen I'm goin', ya are too. Stands ta reason. N' hell ain't anywhere as long as I get ta be with ma girl."
"Oh. Jayne..."
"C'mere babydoll."
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"Zoe!"
"Captain?"
"We gotta go bail River and Jayne out."
"What is it this time?"
"Gross indecency in a public place,"
"Again?"
"Then there was a fight."
"There always is sir."
Comments as always are lovely.
The play is Twelth Night, in case anyone can't place it.
