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[swinging_cod]

So.

Jayne's got himself an actual date to a wedding.

It's safe to say that this is a new and unprecedented thing, and Jayne is pondering it, brow furrowed, over a glass of tequila.  Which does help with the pondering, somewhat.

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[ladyfirestarter]

A red-haired woman steps up to the bar next to him and puts down what looks like a room key.

"Thanks again," she says to the bar, as the key disappears.

[swinging_cod]

Jayne gulps the last sip of his (first) glass of tequila and sets the empty glass down at nearly the same time as she speaks; it refills, but Jayne's more watching the key vanish, now.

"Never gonna get used to that," he mutters.

[ladyfirestarter]

The woman glances at him.

"What, things being absorbed back into the bar? It's a little weird, yeah."

She sounds pretty unconcerned about it.

[swinging_cod]

Everyone in the whole damn place is pretty unconcerned about it. It's probably, Jayne thinks dourly, all getting dropped in the middle of some tiny village somewhere where they've put up a gorram clay bar statue.

Conversation-wise, this translates to a grunt.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne puts frowning and booze together and gets:

"There's not something wrong with the tequila, is there?"

Never hurts to ask around here.

[swinging_cod]

Jayne gives his tequila an immediately suspicious look.

"What, you hear there was?"

[song_tra_bong]

"No, but you had the whole...frowning and not drinking thing going on, so I figured I'd check."

Beat.

"I'll test it, if you want."

Not like it can kill her.

[swinging_cod]

. . . so that's what she's doing.

"Ain't killed me so far," Jayne says, and pulls his tequila glass closer. He's not getting talked out of his liquor that easy!

"I been drinkin'. Man's got a right to savor his drink, don't he?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Hey, so I RSVP'd for two," Lilly announces, sitting down next to him.

"Which means that we have to talk about clothes. You've got other clothes, right?"

[swinging_cod]

"I got plenty a clothes," Jayne protests, instantly defensive.

Ma sends him care packages! Sometimes with sweaters in them!

[awesome_lilly]

"I know that," Lilly says, waving a hand.

She's been in his bunk, after all.

"I mean like, dress clothes."

[swinging_cod]

"You think we don't never go nowhere nice in the black? I got a nice fancified shirt. Collar and all."

He wears it for whoring!

[matrelli]

There's a list of things she needs to get -- a short one, but even assuming that Peter is still around for breakfast, they can do a little better than the ersatz pasta sauce. And as long as this door is here --

Safer than venturing out into New York right now.

Jayne Cobb gets a moderately courteous 'excuse me' as Angela sedately settles on the barstool next to him, a very short list in hand.

[swinging_cod]

If there was ever a woman that shouted out Core from every inch of her -

Jayne grunts something, and does not shift over to give her more room.

Jayne's a big man.

[matrelli]

A big man who's getting a sidelong glance.

A very obvious sidelong glance.

...a very obvious, lingering sidelong glance.

It is not appreciative, either.

[swinging_cod]

This doesn't bother Jayne.

(An appreciative glance might, in fact, be more on the disturbing side, all things told.)

Still, eyebrows go up. "Got a problem?"