Chapter 2 can be found here:

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Mal stumbled out of Jayne’s bunk, his hand clutching his stomach. He was aching, it hurt so badly. He needed a drink. A strong one.

“I told you, Mal! It ain’t mine! Musta been hidden in some of that booty we heisted last week! I swear, I ain’t into that kind of go shui!” Jayne yelled up from his bunk.

Mal did not reply, instead pulling Jayne's hatch shut loudly. He stared at the rusty rungs of the ladder for three full seconds before cracking up so hard he gasped for breath. Jayne bellowed "It ain't funny!" from below, but Mal couldn't stop. The guffaws nearly brought tears to his eyes and he had to grasp at the wall to hold himself lest he fall to the floor and roll around. That was definitely the last time he dug through Jayne's things in search of decent fits.

His heart just couldn't take anymore laughing over Jayne's stuffed pink bunny rabbit.

“Mal? Something wrong?” Inara sauntered past him, on her way to the galley.

“’Course not,” Mal said quickly, composing himself and deciding to keep Jayne's secret until the proper opportunity for blackmail made itself apparent. He caught up to her and walked by her side towards the dining area. “Just surprised our Ambassador’s decided to come back to us brigands is all.” Mal grinned. Inara rolled her eyes.

“Yes. Grant truly is a remarkable man,” Inara continued her coffee preparation as Mal leaned back on the table idly. “I’m just here to get some coffee and prepare myself for later.”

“Later? Coffee?” Mal’s got up from the table and paced slowly around her. It was odd; Inara was usually a tea and biscuit sort of woman. She rarely bothered with coffee, being more a fan of actual sleep. Even in her line of business. She was practical like that. “Huh, that's...Were you up all night and day with him or something?"

“I don’t believe that’s any of your business,” Inara said evasively as she began to boil some water.

“Ah, right, because I have