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Sexing, Thieving, Lying, Stabbing: Who's to Know, with Whores? by Ana (R)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Jayne/OMCs
Length: 6,109 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ana_grrl
Author Website: her site's down, so it's just her lj now
Why this must be read: Pre-series, Jayne got himself a job as the muscle at a house full of boywhores. Ana's famous for doing amazing voices for all the characters of Firefly, but she has the most marked affinity for Jayne. This story is a shining example of her stunning Jayne voice. This fic adds lots of depth and richness to Jayne's backstory, and explains a great deal about how canon Jayne came to be the way he is. Be sure to note the link to part two at the end of part one.
He's riffling through pockets, finding all kinds of goodies, when he hears footsteps coming up behind him. Scavengers, most like. Reaching for his nearest gun, he says, "These here're my goods."
"The money was stolen from us."
The voice is soft, but determined. Jayne looks up. A couple of whores look down at him. One is from the other night, though he don't remember the name. Both of 'em have got hair so shiny it even shows in the dim streetlight. "So? I'm stealin' it from him."
There's a little silence, the whores looking at each other for a space. Then one of them, the one who spoke, the one Jayne paid before, says, "You're new here."
"Yep."
"You looking for a job?"
Jayne stands, laughing right aloud. "I ain't no good for whorin'." He points at himself. "Folk pay me for killin', not sexin'."
Boy smirks at him, looks him up and down a little, and says, "We ain't looking to expand our ranks. But some around here, they don't respect the order of things. We're getting robbed, beat on. Stuff's going missing from the house, when we ain't around. Mostly we take care of our own selves. But might do us good to have someone like you around, keeping the peace."
Now that, it's just strange. "I'm stealin' yer money." He holds up the bills, shakes them a little. "And you want to hire me?"
They look at him for a space, then the other one says, "You took him down. And you don't got any ties around here, won't be tempted to screw with us for someone else."
Hell. It's the best offer he's had all week. "I get to keep what I found here."
There's a bit of pause, with them both looking at him kinda hard. But then they nod.
"And I get free sexin'."
This time, they don't say anything for a longer space, and Jayne figures, hell. No way he's working for whores without side benefits. Otherwise, they can go find someone else to hire.
But he gets another nod, even if there ain't a smile to go with it. It's good enough for him.
Shiny.
Sexing, Thieving, Lying, Stabbing: Who's to Know, with Whores?
Pairing: Jayne/OMCs
Length: 6,109 words
Author on LJ:
ana_grrlAuthor Website: her site's down, so it's just her lj now
Why this must be read: Pre-series, Jayne got himself a job as the muscle at a house full of boywhores. Ana's famous for doing amazing voices for all the characters of Firefly, but she has the most marked affinity for Jayne. This story is a shining example of her stunning Jayne voice. This fic adds lots of depth and richness to Jayne's backstory, and explains a great deal about how canon Jayne came to be the way he is. Be sure to note the link to part two at the end of part one.
He's riffling through pockets, finding all kinds of goodies, when he hears footsteps coming up behind him. Scavengers, most like. Reaching for his nearest gun, he says, "These here're my goods."
"The money was stolen from us."
The voice is soft, but determined. Jayne looks up. A couple of whores look down at him. One is from the other night, though he don't remember the name. Both of 'em have got hair so shiny it even shows in the dim streetlight. "So? I'm stealin' it from him."
There's a little silence, the whores looking at each other for a space. Then one of them, the one who spoke, the one Jayne paid before, says, "You're new here."
"Yep."
"You looking for a job?"
Jayne stands, laughing right aloud. "I ain't no good for whorin'." He points at himself. "Folk pay me for killin', not sexin'."
Boy smirks at him, looks him up and down a little, and says, "We ain't looking to expand our ranks. But some around here, they don't respect the order of things. We're getting robbed, beat on. Stuff's going missing from the house, when we ain't around. Mostly we take care of our own selves. But might do us good to have someone like you around, keeping the peace."
Now that, it's just strange. "I'm stealin' yer money." He holds up the bills, shakes them a little. "And you want to hire me?"
They look at him for a space, then the other one says, "You took him down. And you don't got any ties around here, won't be tempted to screw with us for someone else."
Hell. It's the best offer he's had all week. "I get to keep what I found here."
There's a bit of pause, with them both looking at him kinda hard. But then they nod.
"And I get free sexin'."
This time, they don't say anything for a longer space, and Jayne figures, hell. No way he's working for whores without side benefits. Otherwise, they can go find someone else to hire.
But he gets another nod, even if there ain't a smile to go with it. It's good enough for him.
Shiny.
Sexing, Thieving, Lying, Stabbing: Who's to Know, with Whores?
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