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Firefly Drabble: Cotton Candy
Title: Cotton Candy
Author: alianora
Jayne goes to the fair..*cough*
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They had stopped on some backwater somewheres where there was a fair going on. Everybody had the night off to play, including the whores.
He was a might sulky bout that. He hadnt had any trim for nearly two months and was getting a bit uncomfortable being around the womenfolk on the crew.
You dont sleep with your crew. Ever. Might cause trouble someday when you need a trustworthy body at your back with a gun.
'Sides, it wasnt like there were alot of options.
Zoe was way beyond taken, not that Wash was a threat or nothing, but Zoe WAS, and he werent about to get himself booted out the airlock for even as nice a piece as she was.
Kaylee was his little sister. And she had her own opinions about how to treat a woman. He didnt fancy having to hang around and listen to her prattle after rutting. Regardless of how cute the prattle could be.
Inara was untouchable. He couldnt come anywhere near her prices. 'Sides, he might muss her pretty stuff, or break something in that little shuttle.
That left the crazy girl, which werent saying much.
Or, at least, it werent before he ended up prying her off the top of the Jacob's Ladder after the doc and Kaylee went to ride the ferris wheel. Ended up with a sticky armful of girl and cotton candy smeared down across his neck.
She giggled and wrapped sugary fingers round his collar, pulling her face a little closer to his. He werent paying too much attention to what she was saying, as he was looking hopefully around for the preacher, who was supposed to be watching her tonight.
He very nearly walked into one of them game booths when a kitten soft tongue traced over the sugar on his neck.
Little girl voice breathed into his ear. "Sweeter than the others. Just hide it better."
END
Next: Ring Toss
Author: alianora
Jayne goes to the fair..*cough*
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literarylemmingThey had stopped on some backwater somewheres where there was a fair going on. Everybody had the night off to play, including the whores.
He was a might sulky bout that. He hadnt had any trim for nearly two months and was getting a bit uncomfortable being around the womenfolk on the crew.
You dont sleep with your crew. Ever. Might cause trouble someday when you need a trustworthy body at your back with a gun.
'Sides, it wasnt like there were alot of options.
Zoe was way beyond taken, not that Wash was a threat or nothing, but Zoe WAS, and he werent about to get himself booted out the airlock for even as nice a piece as she was.
Kaylee was his little sister. And she had her own opinions about how to treat a woman. He didnt fancy having to hang around and listen to her prattle after rutting. Regardless of how cute the prattle could be.
Inara was untouchable. He couldnt come anywhere near her prices. 'Sides, he might muss her pretty stuff, or break something in that little shuttle.
That left the crazy girl, which werent saying much.
Or, at least, it werent before he ended up prying her off the top of the Jacob's Ladder after the doc and Kaylee went to ride the ferris wheel. Ended up with a sticky armful of girl and cotton candy smeared down across his neck.
She giggled and wrapped sugary fingers round his collar, pulling her face a little closer to his. He werent paying too much attention to what she was saying, as he was looking hopefully around for the preacher, who was supposed to be watching her tonight.
He very nearly walked into one of them game booths when a kitten soft tongue traced over the sugar on his neck.
Little girl voice breathed into his ear. "Sweeter than the others. Just hide it better."
END
Next: Ring Toss
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No. But more Casino Job might...*cough*
also, your icon never fails to make me squee just a little.
Here, you can look at my icon of David B naked, and make youself feel better.
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*drool*sigh*
Do feel better, thanks.
*panics over unknown location of fanfic folder*
Shit. Better go look for that. Pray that the Narl didn't get ahold of it cause last week he was fond of the scissors and fat black permanent marker.
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GAH. FIND THE FIC. FIND IT. *panics*
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Asshole ACTUALLY cleaned a bit just a couple of days ago. For a few, happy moments, I imagined that it was, indeed, possible to download patches and cracks and updates and anything that would make MEN more user friendly and perfom better (at least up to testing standards)
And then, REALITY (aka Real Life shit) goes all "Oh, uh-uh, girl. *snap* We can't have you thinking that sh*ts finally going your way. 'Cause 'about the time it does, its done!
...And then she goes and slaps me a whole lot harder than I care to ever feel again).
*shock(*
Because, unfortunately, Asshole seems to think the threw out a whole BUNCH of papers, and definitely remembers scrapping anything Narl had cut at, as well as some of the folders with thought all those scribbled on pieces of notebook paper
*sobbing*
With any luck, I can rebuild and re-write the remaining, successive chapters to AT LEAST the level I had left them. It would be a right fine bonus if the rewrites could turn out BETTER, especially considering how dissatisfied I was with the next 3 chapters.
Let's not mention this anywhere else, 'K? I don't want to piss off/embarrass/anger/frustrate/disappoint anyone else today. Only peeps accidentally stumbling upon our Cracked!Comment thread (and those that seem to luuuuurrrrrvvvve US...(*er, YOU* anyway) and show it by absorbing and/or reposting it all, will be privvy to the skinny.
PLEASE, call upon your diety of choice in hopes that I will be successful in the re-doing. Every little prayer, chant, hymn, and Ch/V helps. My Muse is PISSED, ROYally and has reverted to her Nordic Ways demanding a bloody, ginormous, spractically still-living donation that will let people stick it with little sharp sticks. Sacrifial offering of *better'n sex right now-chocolate* and a promise to provide just ONE! and ONLY ONE!!! "Big-"O", per day, per person.
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or..something?
that is SO VERY CRAPPY. im sorry, but if you werent happy with the way it was going anyway, it almost has to come out better the second time..right?
CUrrently, my diety of choice is Joss. and i think, as long as it is Firefly/Serenity related, he will reign down goodness and light and, you knoe, angst. cause it is Joss, after all.
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Read lemming's recent fic.
*doubts ability and/or willingness to go on...
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so, believe me, i know well the pain of comparing yourself to her fabulousness.
but you know what? the lemming has been writing for a REALLY LONG TIME, which is why she is fabulous.
and besides, i adore the Casino Job, and demand you write more! because i think it is awesome in various forms.
and if you need a beta, i do it. im EVIL, but i beta. hard.