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simon_doctor) wrote2010-01-07 06:42 pm
simon_doctor) wrote2010-01-07 06:42 pm
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It's midmorning in Logan City on Praxed -- early afternoon, ship's time -- when Serenity touches down at the spacedocks. There's supplies to take on, and cargo to unload ... and two members of the crew to go ashore.
Simon and Kaylee are standing by the gangplank, next to the float pallet bearing their luggage. They've put in a call for a rental skimmer; it should be here sometime in the next twenty minutes.
This isn't goodbye forever. But it's still goodbye.
Simon and Kaylee are standing by the gangplank, next to the float pallet bearing their luggage. They've put in a call for a rental skimmer; it should be here sometime in the next twenty minutes.
This isn't goodbye forever. But it's still goodbye.
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"I knew we should have gotten you drunk," he sighs.
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"Hah!" snorts Jayne. "Yeah, 'cause you're top of the list of folk can drink me under the table."
. . . maybe he should have let him try. There'd have been tears for sure!
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"Doc, even if you weren't touchin' a drop, I could still drink you under the table."
The logic may be flawed, but it's the sentiment that counts! Um.
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It's too stupid.
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"Don't you forget it."
No matter where he is, Jayne will ALWAYS be able to drink him under the table. It's an important thing to remember!