NEW FIC: Shindig
Shindig
Author: jackwabbit
Fandom: Firefly
Rated: PG
Category: Gen, Double Drabble, Mal/Zoë Friendship, Humor.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Mal Gets A Lesson In Literal Meaning. Takes Place Post-War, Pre-Series.
Note: Written in response to the LJ prompt of ‘Shindig’ on firefly100
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Malcolm Reynolds looked fondly at the exit as his charges hollered on the dance floor.
He was sitting with his former Corporal at an unused table at the fanciest birthday party he’d ever seen.
“How did we get roped into this?” he complained. “We ain’t no babysitters.”
“The pay’s good, sir,” said Zoë. “And we’re bodyguards, not babysitters. So pay attention. Oh, and if you’re thinkin’ of leavin’, you’re not.”
“You can handle this,” answered Mal.
“But then there’d be no one to dance with our girl.”
Mal glanced across the room to see the woman of the hour waving at him. Sweet sixteen? Hardly.
Mal sighed. “This is humiliating.”
Zoë chuckled. “You’ll get over it.”
“No. No, I don’t think I will. I’ll have scars, Zoë. Deep, penetrating scars.”
Zoë laughed. “You ain’t leavin.”
“You gonna stop me?”
At that moment, Mal felt a sharp prick in his leg. Zoë had her boot jammed right up against Mal’s shin under the table, and she wasn’t playing footsie.
Zoë grinned. “Yep.”
The pressure on Mal’s leg intensified, and he grimaced.
Mal stayed for the whole party, and from that moment on, he truly understood the use of the term “shindig.”
Author: jackwabbit
Fandom: Firefly
Rated: PG
Category: Gen, Double Drabble, Mal/Zoë Friendship, Humor.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Mal Gets A Lesson In Literal Meaning. Takes Place Post-War, Pre-Series.
Note: Written in response to the LJ prompt of ‘Shindig’ on firefly100
xxx
Malcolm Reynolds looked fondly at the exit as his charges hollered on the dance floor.
He was sitting with his former Corporal at an unused table at the fanciest birthday party he’d ever seen.
“How did we get roped into this?” he complained. “We ain’t no babysitters.”
“The pay’s good, sir,” said Zoë. “And we’re bodyguards, not babysitters. So pay attention. Oh, and if you’re thinkin’ of leavin’, you’re not.”
“You can handle this,” answered Mal.
“But then there’d be no one to dance with our girl.”
Mal glanced across the room to see the woman of the hour waving at him. Sweet sixteen? Hardly.
Mal sighed. “This is humiliating.”
Zoë chuckled. “You’ll get over it.”
“No. No, I don’t think I will. I’ll have scars, Zoë. Deep, penetrating scars.”
Zoë laughed. “You ain’t leavin.”
“You gonna stop me?”
At that moment, Mal felt a sharp prick in his leg. Zoë had her boot jammed right up against Mal’s shin under the table, and she wasn’t playing footsie.
Zoë grinned. “Yep.”
The pressure on Mal’s leg intensified, and he grimaced.
Mal stayed for the whole party, and from that moment on, he truly understood the use of the term “shindig.”