“I look like a gorram fool.”

Inara was lookin’ at him, her head tipped to the side. “You don’t.”

“’Ceptin’ that I do.” He pulled on the noose around his neck again and scowled.

“You don’t. And stop pulling at your tie.” She moved toward him, fussin’ at the gorram noose again. “You’ll only make it worse.” She grinned at him. Attemptin’ to soothe him with her womanly charms.

Jayne scowled even more.

“Well my goodness.”

Jayne looked in the mirror over Inara’s shoulder. Kaylee was standin’ in the doorway behind him, decked out in that fluffy pink cupcake Mal had gotten for her way back.

She was starin’ at him.

“Well. Don’t you clean up real shiny?” Her hand was at her neck, playin’ with her necklace. She was blushing and her eyes were real bright. Shiny in a way that made a body want ta kiss her.

Jayne rolled his shoulders. Gorram jacket was too tight.

“I din’ know ya even had somethin’ like that.”

Kaylee had moved behind him. He could just see her eyes over his shoulder.

“Jayne Cobb. In a suit. Who’da thought.”

Inara finally stopped worryin’ his tie and stepped back again.

Kaylee moved out from behind Jayne and went to stand next to Inara. She was standin’ too close to her, makin’ her skirt go skeewhompus.

Felt mighty uncomfortable to have them starin’ at him like that. He wouldn’ta minded, normally, but he felt damn near nekkid in this getup.

“Didja steal it?”

Jayne snorted and half-smiled in spite of himself.

“Bought an’ paid for. Mal got it fer me fer the weddin’.” He rolled his shoulders again and looked at himself in the mirror. “Second time Wash’s got me in a gorram suit.”

His face itched where he’d trimmed his beard.

He could feel Kaylee’s eyes on ‘im. He looked over at her. She was starin’ with those bright eyes. Bitin’ her lower lip.

Ai ya.

Inara cleared her throat and turned to Kaylee. “So!”

Kaylee looked away.

Jayne wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“What do you want me to do with your hair?” She put