I know everyone's fighting for the sweet, sweet pleasure of his company...
Who: Jayne Cobb and OPEN
When: Monday, March 29
Where: Outside the firing range
What: Oh, we're up for anything
Rating: G for Gorrammit
Jayne was shaking his head as he left the firing range for the sunlit street. Of all the damn fool ideas... After all these months he'd patronized the place, the owner had somehow got it into his head to ask if he wanted a job. Training.
Him! A teacher! Never mind that folk hardly seemed to be lining up to learn how to shoot a gun around here. Jayne knew what he was, and though he was the best around with any kind of firearm, what he wasn't was patient enough to teach raw greenies their way around a gun. Not without wanting to shoot 'em himself. And while he firmly believed pain was educational, he suspected that wasn't the sort of learning the man had in mind.
He snorted. Him. Jayne Cobb. A teacher.
Carelessly he bashed his shoulder into someone in passing.
When: Monday, March 29
Where: Outside the firing range
What: Oh, we're up for anything
Rating: G for Gorrammit
Jayne was shaking his head as he left the firing range for the sunlit street. Of all the damn fool ideas... After all these months he'd patronized the place, the owner had somehow got it into his head to ask if he wanted a job. Training.
Him! A teacher! Never mind that folk hardly seemed to be lining up to learn how to shoot a gun around here. Jayne knew what he was, and though he was the best around with any kind of firearm, what he wasn't was patient enough to teach raw greenies their way around a gun. Not without wanting to shoot 'em himself. And while he firmly believed pain was educational, he suspected that wasn't the sort of learning the man had in mind.
He snorted. Him. Jayne Cobb. A teacher.
Carelessly he bashed his shoulder into someone in passing.