Lookin' For Love in All the Wrong Places
Title: Lookin’ For Love in All the Wrong Places
Prompt: #43 Movie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 580
Title: Lookin’ For Love in All the Wrong Places
Prompt: #43 Movie
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: PG
Word Count: 580
The most popular movie from Londinium to Boros was an epic love story of a young woman who, despite her lower class upbringing, overcomes all obstacles to win the heart of the handsome nobleman responsible for killing her father. Nary a dry eye could be seen in theaters after its viewing. It had been hailed by critics the ‘verse over as one of the greatest romances ever filmed.
River had watched it eighteen times.
She poked the bowl of rice in front of her despondently with her chopsticks.
“I’ll never have love,” she sighed dramatically, causing the table’s other occupants, previously engaged in a leisurely conversation, to stare at her in confusion.
“What do you mean mei mei?” Kaylee asked sweetly.
“No one will ever love me!” River dropped her chopsticks to the table with a wooden clatter and sulked back in her chair, crossing her arms across her chest petulantly.
“That’s not true, River. You know I love you. Very much.” Simon was always took her complaints seriously, even when the others could recognize a teenager’s over exaggeration when they heard it.
The teenager in question rolled her eyes in response, one of the more childish habits she’d picked up from Kaylee over the years.
“Not love from you, Simon. I mean like the love of Jeffrey and Meiling. Endless and true.” River’s voice took on a soft, wistful tone as she trailed off longingly.
“Oh! I love that movie!” Kaylee gushed. “I always cry at the end.”
“Don’t worry, little one. You’ll find that kind of love someday,” Zoë nodded wisely at her.
Feeling placated at the older woman words, but not wanting to give in so easily, River screwed her mouth into a deep pout. “Maybe, but it won’t be found on this ship.”
“Hey, what’s wrong with my ship?” Mal objected, offended on behalf of his vessel.
“There’s no one here to fall in love with,” River protested indignantly.
Mal looked around at the assembled crew. It was true, most of them were related or otherwise paired up with someone. A smirk spread across his face as he took notice of the only available crew member onboard.
“Well, there’s always Jayne.”
The merc had thus far been ignoring the conversation at the table as soon as it turned towards Crazy’s ramblings, but hearing his name, he paused in his eating and dared to take a glance above his bowl.
River’s face contorted in horror at the suggestion as the rest of the crew laughed heartily.
“Wha’s goin’ on?” Jayne asked through a mouthful of rice.
“River wants you to fall in love with her,” Mal squeezed out between fits of snickering.
The man just snorted in response and turned his attention back to his food.
It took several long minutes and a few relapses of hysterics before the table settled back down into a semblance of normalcy.
River attempted to resume eating, but couldn’t shake the odd feeling that had started to bloom in the pit of her stomach. Her gaze drifted back to the large man still shoveling globs of sticky rice into his mouth and she paused to study him for a moment. Feeling her eyes on him, Jayne looked up quickly. Their eyes locked for only a moment, but that short time was all it took to spark the emotions that would connect the two together, trip and tangle them up for years to come.
River blushed a pretty pink and looked away.
Prompt: #43 Movie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 580
Title: Lookin’ For Love in All the Wrong Places
Prompt: #43 Movie
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: PG
Word Count: 580
The most popular movie from Londinium to Boros was an epic love story of a young woman who, despite her lower class upbringing, overcomes all obstacles to win the heart of the handsome nobleman responsible for killing her father. Nary a dry eye could be seen in theaters after its viewing. It had been hailed by critics the ‘verse over as one of the greatest romances ever filmed.
River had watched it eighteen times.
She poked the bowl of rice in front of her despondently with her chopsticks.
“I’ll never have love,” she sighed dramatically, causing the table’s other occupants, previously engaged in a leisurely conversation, to stare at her in confusion.
“What do you mean mei mei?” Kaylee asked sweetly.
“No one will ever love me!” River dropped her chopsticks to the table with a wooden clatter and sulked back in her chair, crossing her arms across her chest petulantly.
“That’s not true, River. You know I love you. Very much.” Simon was always took her complaints seriously, even when the others could recognize a teenager’s over exaggeration when they heard it.
The teenager in question rolled her eyes in response, one of the more childish habits she’d picked up from Kaylee over the years.
“Not love from you, Simon. I mean like the love of Jeffrey and Meiling. Endless and true.” River’s voice took on a soft, wistful tone as she trailed off longingly.
“Oh! I love that movie!” Kaylee gushed. “I always cry at the end.”
“Don’t worry, little one. You’ll find that kind of love someday,” Zoë nodded wisely at her.
Feeling placated at the older woman words, but not wanting to give in so easily, River screwed her mouth into a deep pout. “Maybe, but it won’t be found on this ship.”
“Hey, what’s wrong with my ship?” Mal objected, offended on behalf of his vessel.
“There’s no one here to fall in love with,” River protested indignantly.
Mal looked around at the assembled crew. It was true, most of them were related or otherwise paired up with someone. A smirk spread across his face as he took notice of the only available crew member onboard.
“Well, there’s always Jayne.”
The merc had thus far been ignoring the conversation at the table as soon as it turned towards Crazy’s ramblings, but hearing his name, he paused in his eating and dared to take a glance above his bowl.
River’s face contorted in horror at the suggestion as the rest of the crew laughed heartily.
“Wha’s goin’ on?” Jayne asked through a mouthful of rice.
“River wants you to fall in love with her,” Mal squeezed out between fits of snickering.
The man just snorted in response and turned his attention back to his food.
It took several long minutes and a few relapses of hysterics before the table settled back down into a semblance of normalcy.
River attempted to resume eating, but couldn’t shake the odd feeling that had started to bloom in the pit of her stomach. Her gaze drifted back to the large man still shoveling globs of sticky rice into his mouth and she paused to study him for a moment. Feeling her eyes on him, Jayne looked up quickly. Their eyes locked for only a moment, but that short time was all it took to spark the emotions that would connect the two together, trip and tangle them up for years to come.
River blushed a pretty pink and looked away.