He could get used to this. Serenity was a nice boat and all, but she was not this. Day he made it, he was buying himself one of these. Course, the cruising speed on this thing was for crap. Just like the maneuverability. And the mileage.

“Jayne.”

But gorram it if it wasn’t the most comfortable ride he’d ever sat his rump down in.

“Jayne.”

Serenity didn’t have a bar in it. Stroke of genius, that was. He was going to have to talk to the captain about that. Of course, it’d have to be stocked with bigger bottles than these tiny *gao-wahns*.

“Jayne! Get your head out of the liquor cabinet and get up here *ma shong*!”

He growled, and stumbled as the ship started swaying to and fro just as he was climbing all the way up back to his feet. “*Kao*! I’ll right up! Could just’ave called, y’know. No need to get uncivilized, you *mei nai-shing duh hun-dan*.” That last part came out more softly. Seemed like the smart thing to do—Mal wouldn’t have taken kindly to it. He never did when Jayne had any comments on his plans, his manners or whatever.

“Well, finally,” Mal said without looking around when Jayne staggered his way onto the bridge. “We’re there. I’m gonna need some help docking this pile of bricks.”

Hell, the way he was shaking the ship about just flying, maybe they should just get in the lifeboat now and launch. Better chance of someone picking them up than of bringing this baby in safely.

“Chair, chair… Ah! Chair!” A place to sit was good. Sitting made the deck bounce up and down less.

He suddenly noticed that Mal was looking at him strangely, and before he could say What are you looking at, Mal, Mal said, “Jayne, are you *drunk*?”

Pft. Drunk. Him! “Well whaddaya expect? There’s a *bar*. On the *ship*.”

“Stocked with bottles barely bigger than your pinky finger, with contents that you described earlier as being ‘girly drinks that you wouldn’t touch if you were lost in the desert with them.’”

Jayne had to think his response to that one through for a minute. “Long trip,” he said finally. “Got bored.”

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