Men Are From Mars, Women Are From ...

This is my fourth fanfiction so please be nice to me……………

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, no profit is being made, no infringement intended, there’s nothing to arrest me on.

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"Sensual. Un moviementio sensual. Sensual. Un movimentio muy sexy. Sexy."

The beat began to drift from across the room and the red headed telepath found herself looking up, eyebrow rising in one perfect arch as she watched the young Latino smile, hips swaying to the beat.

She smiled slightly, turning back to the book in her lap that she wasn't reading. With a tired sigh, she finally gave up, fingers sliding up to rub at the spot just under the bridge of her nose, massaging lightly, hoping to alleve some of the tension in her body.

Being a telepath did have certain advantages, that was true enough. Perhaps if River wasn't plagued with such a sense of honor and morality it would have served a better purpose, because at this moment it did her no good. Not any power in the world would ever help her understand men. One in particular.

"You look like you need a drink." A glass was slammed down on the table, and River jumped slightly, eyes roving upward to perceive the smiling face of her close friend Inara Serra. The ebony skinned wind goddess merely gave her a small grin in return, settling down in the chair beside her, holding up a small bottle of tequila. "It seems to be a Latin flavored night."

"Hello, Inara," River said, leaning back and eyeing the shot glasses as Inara unscrewed the bottle. "I take it you heard?"

"Who hasn't?" popped in a voice behind her, and River took another breath as one of the younger and newer members of the team settled down opposite Inara, placing down a shot glass of her own. "Welcome to my world, River," the southern mutant with the white streak drawled.

River glanced at her two teammates with a quirked eyebrow, eyeing the golden liquid. It was tempting. Very tempting. "I don't