She’s just sittin’ there, minding her own business, when out of nowhere this swai lookin guy comes up and offers to buy her a drink. Mal had said- specifically stated beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was supposed to be back to Serenity before eleven o' clock hit. He wanted everybody inside by then; not just her, but Kaylee felt like she was most of the cause for the curfew. Jayne had grumbled something fierce about it, but in the end had complied figuring that, as this job would keep them up late, it would be best to be back before closing time. Hanging around would attract too much attention, and the big guy knew it.

This swai guy was offerin’ her as many drinks as she'd like, and saying what a fine lookin lady she was. Kaylee always liked bein called pretty, especially if the guy doin it looked more then a little beddable. She was getting a little tipsy when she saw the clock. She'd been puttin off going back to Serenity, not wanting to run into Simon after their last skirmish. He annoyed her a lot of the time and lately it was bordering on all the time. It was five past.

"Go se!"

She looked at her barmate. "I'm sorry, but I gotta get back. My captain is real particular about when I'm on ship."

"Oh hey now, honey! I just bought you about a gallon of booze and all I get is 'sorry, I need to get back'?" He obviously thought that she was drunker then she was. She may have been small, but when it came to holdin her liquor, Kaywinnet Lee Frye was no slouch. "Now if you just come with me ai ren, I'll show you a good time. Preferably somewhere cozier."

Kaylee looked at him incredulously. If he'd wanted to get in her pants, all he'd had to do was act like he was inclined and furthermore, ask her pretty. But she didn't like it when people tried to hoodwink her just cause she was nice. So, swai or not, this guy could get to steppin.

"No thanks. I'm cozy right here, and I think I'll be even cozier when I get back to my ship." She slide off of the ba