TITLE: Lesser of Three Evils
AUTHOR: bugchicklv
DISCLAIMER: Not mine! I just like to take them out and play every now and again. Would LOVE to have that Jayne "action figure" (wink wink--DOLL) to play with though. Christmas is just...eh, nevermind. Bah Humbug.
PROMPT: #60 Drink
SUMMARY: Oh, Jayne. You did WHAT?
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RATING: G
CHARACTERS: Jayne/River IMPLIED, Mal
SPOILERS: None
NOTES: Yes. This is SOOOOO very wrong. But I had to do it, cause it was eating at my brain.
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"You did what?" River asked her husband indignantly. "He is still a prepubescent adolescent boy, Jayne! What were you thinking?"
"Baby girl...he's 12 years old and he did such a good job as look-out on the job today..." he protested.
She cut him off quickly with a: "Not relevant."
"Well, I had it by his age..." Jayne protested, but halted as Mal limped into the common area. It had been a while, but the injury still pained him; one of these days he was going to learn not to deal with Patience.
River frowned at her husband and gave him that 'We will sooooo be talking aobut his later as you get no sex' look; she then turned on her heel and stormed out.
Mal shivered, trying to be funny, and asked, "Is it me, or did the temperature suddenly drop 10 degrees in here?"
"My girl is pissed."
"Whyfore? Scary as it may seem, you been pretty tame lately."
"After the job I took Nicky into town and stopped at a bar. He asked for a sip o' my whiskey and I gave it to him."
"You did what?"
"That's what she said. Honestly Mal, it was just a sip...and like I said, I'd done had some by that age?"
"So, she's pissed you gave your 12 year-old son a taste of your liquor. Seems like she's got a point, Jayne."
"Well, I had to," the Merc explained. "He took too long picking out a tattoo and the hooker scared him."