With this episode I drew my inspiration from two very divergent and mutually exclusive works, first being 'Our Mrs. Reynolds'. I had to do it, you know. The second bit I worked from was 'Reservoir Dogs', in that you never actually see what happens, but get a lot of the before and after.

And just when you think you've got my number, I pull out the mean left hook and leave you in the end sayin' what in the flyin' hell happened? Trust me, you won't see this one coming till the blood hits the floor.

All your Firefly are belong to Joss.

GEI WOH FUNG KWEH! (GIVE ME FEEDBACK!)

Annulment

Jacob snorted himself awake, finding himself lying face down in his bunk. He had absolutely no damn idea how he got here. There was a pleasant weight on his bare back, and a glance over his shoulder confirmed that it was Anne, lying face down atop him. His head felt a couple sizes too tight, and the dim lights of his bunk were entirely too bright, but he felt rather good about himself. The job went smooth, wonder of wonders, and he'd gotten paid. Almost like a normal spacer, now that he thought of it. He tried to get up.

"Don't move," Anne demanded groggily.

"Hey," he said.

"What?"

"How'd I get here?"

"Don't rightly know, bao bei," Jacob nodded.

"Did... that happen?" he asked. A smile spread across her face.

"Nope. You're still among the ranks of the bachelors," Jacob grinned for a moment, an entirely uncomfortable expression this morning, so he reduced it to a smirk and turned over, dropping Anne back onto the mattress. She made a disappointed face.

"That was a hell of a party," Jacob laughed. "And did you see that shot I made? Right in the throat!"

"Mine was better," Anne said.

"Oh, right that kick you planted in his rectum that got him to pop up? Brilliant, but that's a different sort. Who'd'a thunk he'd be in for the tiny women?" Jacob chuckled.

"Everybody likes a petite woman," Anne said. "Most just don't realize it."

"Really? So you're petite now? Thought they called your sort runts."

She raised an ey