Well, that happened
Here we are, luxuriating in a nice, comfy jail cell. Comfy compared to some others I've been in, but I'd still rather be in my own bunk. They must not pick up a lotta drunks 'round here, 'cause this cell ain't meant to hold so many people. It's a mite crowded tonight - only 3 benches to lie down on, and 5 of us wantin' to sleep. (Not counting the other 2 drunks they brought in after us. They got the floor, partly by being late and partly by being too drunk to notice.)
The vandalism mission went well, though. We got all the epoxy and feathers up just fine - that Alliance monument looks truly hideous. I reckon they'll have to use an industrial solvent to get 'em off. Guess I'll be needing some of that solvent myself, to get the epoxy off my hands and boots - Wash wasn't too careful where he spread that stuff. (Ta ma de! Got some in my hair, too. Mayhap I was a bit clumsy, my own self.)
Jayne did a bit of creative spray-paint 'round the base. I ain't real clear on what it said, but he seemed pleased with it. Wash seemed less pleased with it - was going on about spelling and troggle bites, or some such. Faith was our look-out, but I think she was looking at Jayne's ass more than anything else. What women-folk see in him is beyond my comprehension. (Faith ... that girl's more'n a bit off-balance. I think I'm beginning to like 'er.)
Anyways, were almost back at the boat when we got pinched for drunken disorderly. I reckon Zoe'll be by in the morning to bail us out. Won't it be a hoot if Inara comes along to help? She knows how to handle Feds, I suppose, so maybe we'll be out sooner rather than later.
Oh, and our new cook Andrew got brought to the cell not more'n an hour after we got picked up. That boy talks a mile a minute - it makes it hard to follow him sometimes, but the jist of it seems to be that the cops thought he was drunk, too. He gets to sleep on the floor.
The vandalism mission went well, though. We got all the epoxy and feathers up just fine - that Alliance monument looks truly hideous. I reckon they'll have to use an industrial solvent to get 'em off. Guess I'll be needing some of that solvent myself, to get the epoxy off my hands and boots - Wash wasn't too careful where he spread that stuff. (Ta ma de! Got some in my hair, too. Mayhap I was a bit clumsy, my own self.)
Jayne did a bit of creative spray-paint 'round the base. I ain't real clear on what it said, but he seemed pleased with it. Wash seemed less pleased with it - was going on about spelling and troggle bites, or some such. Faith was our look-out, but I think she was looking at Jayne's ass more than anything else. What women-folk see in him is beyond my comprehension. (Faith ... that girl's more'n a bit off-balance. I think I'm beginning to like 'er.)
Anyways, were almost back at the boat when we got pinched for drunken disorderly. I reckon Zoe'll be by in the morning to bail us out. Won't it be a hoot if Inara comes along to help? She knows how to handle Feds, I suppose, so maybe we'll be out sooner rather than later.
Oh, and our new cook Andrew got brought to the cell not more'n an hour after we got picked up. That boy talks a mile a minute - it makes it hard to follow him sometimes, but the jist of it seems to be that the cops thought he was drunk, too. He gets to sleep on the floor.