I'm sorry for making you wait so long. Holidays and all, you know. But here you are. Simon (Jayne?!) has his first encounter with Mr. Pink

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The doc must’ve got through the guard at the curtain. Next thing Jayne heard after lettin’ out a string of cursin’ that likely woulda made his mama cry was the doc gettin’ introduced ta Mr. Pink.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hanson.”

“Oh, do call me by my first name. I find it to be so much more… intimate.”

Jayne ground his teeth, thinkin’ of all the ways he could kill ‘im.

Mr. Pink sounded like he was smilin’. “Jayne.”

There was a little pause. The doc cleared his throat. Jayne could hear some twinkly music playin’ somewheres.

“Schubert?”

Jayne looked over at Zoe. She shrugged.

‘Pparently Mr. Pink knew what the doc was talkin’ about, though.

“Impressive. You know the masters?”

“I studied ancient humanities as an undergraduate.”

“Ah! An educated man. I don’t find many of those out here, I’m afraid.”

Jayne heard a low grumble from Mr. Pink’s bodyguards. Boyfriends. Whatever they was.

Mr. Pink didn’t seem ta care. He an’ the doc started talkin’ about “Baytoven” an’ “Moatzart” an’ Vivaldi an’ Lennon an’ Elfman an’ a whole bunch of other people who were supposedly real important. Not important enough fer Jayne ta know who the ruttin’ hell any of ‘em were. Or care, even.

Real borin’ conversation, far as Jayne was concerned, but the doc an Mr. Pink seemed ta be enjoyin’ themselves.

Jayne rolled onta his back, layin’ Vera across his belly. Sun was real bright. He laid an arm across his eyes an’ tuned the doc out.

It wasn’t like they’d overheard somethin’ bad. The doc an’ Zoe. Him an’ Kaylee was just talkin’. ‘Bout guns.

‘Course, Jayne knew he weren’t thinkin’ ‘bout guns. Pretty sure little Kaylee weren’t, neither.

Gorram transmitter couldn’t read minds, thought. Jayne was half sure he hadn’t said nothin’ real naughty er revealin’ er nothin’. Not like Zoe an’ the d