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“I’m starving”

“Mmm”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Nnn”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh”

Simon stared down at Kaylee, her head resting in his lap while she was stretched out across the couch trying to take a nap. It had been a long day.

Things had gone awry yet again, a job that was supposed to be a milk run turned into a colossal misunderstanding. Mal had inadvertently insulted the buyer’s brother while negotiating a price, leading to a brawl.

Simon had a front row seat, as of late he seemed to be going out on more and more jobs. Quickly assessing the fastest route to the door, Simon dodged a fist and lunged for the bag holding their payoff. It was in between the legs of a really large, hairy, smelly, thug, Simon thought he might be related to Jayne. With all the fists flying, Jayne’s “cousin” was completely distracted and Simon was low enough to grab and sling the bag across his shoulder. Reaching out to tug Mal’s collar, Simon ducked, missing Mal’s fist by seconds then motioned with his head towards the door.

Jayne was having too much fun slamming skulls together but responded when Mal screamed out, “C’mon!”

The brawl had turned into a full blown melee, making it easy for them to slip out but not before the pretty brunette barmaid called out from underneath the table by the door, “Bye Jayne!”

She waved coyly from her crouched position, stopping Jayne dead in his tracks and plastering a toothy grin across his face. Mal reached back, dragging him by the arm into the street.

Zoe already had the mule running. As she pulled up, Simon jumped in the back, landing on the floor and not the seat. Jayne easily leapt into his seat as did Mal.

They’ve had more practice, Simon thought to himself as he slipped up onto the bench, ignoring Jayne’s cackling.

While speeding back to Serenity Mal turned to Zoe.

“Might’ve needed a little help back ther