Prompt 7- Plastic.
There was something downright unsettling about being jealous of a piece of plastic.
It wasn't an attractive piece of plastic like those gorram dolls that Mal insisted on hauling halfway across the verse, nor was it valuable like the latest source box plastic gos se games.
It was a simple, bendy piece of clear plastic with a light blue line running through it but Jayne found himself unbelievably jealous.
Jealous because her fingers danced along the surface, her fingernails tapping lightly on the tip and her lips wrapped around the end. Sweet pink lips, puffed up and curved, designed for kissing, designed for tasting and licking. Designed for smiling and all kinds of delicious activities. Right now they were wet as a little tongue darted out to catch the last of the milkshake.
He shifted slightly in his seat and winced at the tightness in his pants.
Really, it was ridiculous to be jealous of a straw.