The usual disclaimer: They're not mine (though I wish Jayne was), and I'm making no $$$ off of this.

Thanks to my friend Jeff for the idea! You rawk, Duuude! ;D

Feedback is greatly appreciated! Leave me lots, good or bad. Your encouragement/criticism is what keeps me going. :)

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The alarm let loose its clarion call, and Wash woke with much grumbling. He scrabbled for the clock, and finally managed to find it and turn it off. He sat up scrubbing his hands over his face and smacking his lips, still reeling from the night before.

He stumbled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Once in the shower he realized he'd forgotten to remove his boxers, so he stripped them off and threw the soggy mass out onto the floor. He stood under the shower head for a couple of minutes letting the needles of spray smack him in the face, then set about shampooing his body and soaping up his hair.

Once Wash finished showering, he dried off and brushed his teeth, wondering at what point during the evening his mouth had been stuffed full of cotton. He quickly shaved, then headed back to the bedroom to get dressed.

He stared listlessly at the rank and file of drab suits and chose the grey one, which also happened to be the only one that looked semi-presentable. He made a mental note to take the rest in to be cleaned that weekend. Ahh, the weekend. Only two days away... He then chose a light blue shirt to wear underneath it, and a tie in a particularly vile Hawaiian print.

He walked out into the polluted air, choking slightly before he got his mask fully seated. He barely made the bus, and was dismayed when he found his favorite seat taken by a rather big and scary man that didn't smell particularly well, so he opted to stand. His stop was towards the end of the line, and as a result was shoved and prodded by the other passengers as they struggled to exit. He sighed. He just knew that this day wasn't going to get any better.

He grabbed a cup of coffee and a danish on