The T-Shirt Wars
Title: The T-Shirt Wars (a ficlet title prompt from mik109)
Author: elsibet34
Pairings: Jayne/River
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Joss is Boss.
Spoilers: None, really.
The first casualty in what would come to be known as the t-shirt wars to the rest of the crew came as a complete shock to Jayne Cobb. The man simply woke up one morning, making a grab for his discarded shirt from the day before because he felt the need for food greatly out weighed the need for a shower, and came back with a hand full of tattered cotton. He held the shirt up and inspected it with a scowl.
Somebody, and he could easily hazard a guess who, had taken something sharp to the front of the shirt, like as not one of his own knives if his guess about the ‘who’ was right. “Aw, c’mon.” He complained aloud to the empty air of his bunk. “It ain’t like the girlie picture on the shirt were nekkid.”
He looked across his personal space to find another shirt was neatly folded and laid over his pants as if he were meant to wear them instead them instead of his own choice that day. Picking up the alternate shirt, he groaned. Plain blue. Jayne gargled disgust in the back of his throat. “I don’t think so, little girl.”
The mercenary single-mindedly fished around in his clothes until he found exactly what he needed, the raunchiest shirt he owned. If River didn’t like his bikini girl shirts, they’d see how she handled Misty. “War on, crazy.”