Trim Talk

Part One of Three

You can quote me on this. My first fanfic in the Firefly realm and it's a Jaylee. Be gentle with me. *braces for grappling hooks* And, ha-ha, I named the planet after myself. Now THAT is my kind of modesty.

- Romulus Blue

Disclaimer: Joss is Boss. You know the drill.

Rating: PG for now... Here cometh the plot lemming...

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"Another tipple please." Kaylee sang happily as she laid down a couple credits and beamed at the barkeep. It was good getting paid, and she was in a particularly fine mood for despensing said pay.

"Rusty nail, and quick." Kaylee's eyes followed the path of the honeythick voice and they came to rest on a particularly weary looking whore, who was busy counting out the credits she'd just pulled from her brassiere. Kaylee took in the sweaty brow, the disheveled blond hair and the very prominent hickey peaking out from behind her right ear. Her eyes were dark, nearly all pupil, dilating from husky passion and bone weary sex. She looked like she were on the darkest day.

Kaylee, the ever sunny individual couldn't stand for that. Least not on such a joyous day as a payday of actually getting paid!

"Rough night?" Kaylee asked, trying to be friendly as she cradled her own drink. The whore turned narrowed eyes on her, looked her up and down as if trying to gauge why she'd iniciated conversation.

"Long." She said in a clipped tone. The barkeep slid her drink toward her and she downed it in a gulp. "Another." She ordered sliding the glass back. She turned back to look at Kaylee and the young mechanic instantly flushed as the whore slowly began to scrutinize her more carefully. "Why? You lookin' for a good time, darlin'?" This time the woman smiled lazily and her voice took on a seductive honey drawl. Kaylee nearly coughed up her gulp when she realized what she meant.

"Oh no! I mean... I weren't propositionin' you none." The smile vanished and the woman tossed her hair as if the rejection were unimportan