If wishes were horses, we'd all be eatin' steak.

[mister_jayne]

((OOC: Jayne is from shortly after the episode Jaynestown. SO he's nothing like where the rest of them are from. XD Makes it even more confusing for him. Joy!))

Into the Inn walks a big guy with a gun.

...

"What the ruttin' hell's this?"

He lifts the gun up in front of him twists his head 'round to look behind.

No ship.

He looks forward.

No ship.

Back.

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[notquitemillie]

There is a George sprawled out on one of the couches not too far away from the entrance. At first she didn't even bother looking to see who came in simply cause she hates doing the welcoming committee bit.

Then she spots the gun out of the corner of her eye.

"Not gonna do you any good," she calls out, not bothering to get up but at least rolling onto her stomach so she isn't looking at the guy upside down.

[mister_jayne]

Jayne points at the sound of the voice and then relaxes at the sight of her. "Gorramit." He stands not reaching for his gun any longer. "You're a girl."

And he's not one for shooting little girls unless they shoot first.

His Ma taught him better than that.

[notquitemillie]

"And you're a big guy who's overcompensat--Er...I mean with big gins."

This guy? Probably not the brightest crayon in the box.

"What were you supposed to be doing with those, anyway?" Her bet is something more than a little questionable on the legality front.

[mister_jayne]

"Ain't none of your business. Had a job to do. With money involved fer once." Hopefully.

Good money this time.

"'N I wanna get back to gettin' the money. So where's the ruttin' ship?"