RP: Snow ... huh. Characters: Jayne, Xena Time/Date: Morning, July 22 Location: Front of the lobby Warnings/Rating: Jayne's mouth Summary: Jayne sees more snow Status: Complete
Jayne had woken up chilly, but he was awake enough that snagging the extra blanket from the closet and trying to go back to sleep probably wouldn't work. So he'd sighed, grumbled, turned up the thermostat in his room, showered, and dressed in some warm clothes before heading downstairs. The rest of the place seemed a little cool to him as well, but he had no idea where the main thermostats were. Maybe Jaime or Lily or Tyler did, but ... not him. Wasn't his job to know. Or care. He could always go hide in his room once it had warmed up.
Preferably with a warm, willing female body ... but for whatever reason, he hadn't had much luck in that department. A lot of them were a touch too young for his tastes, and the rest just ... weren't willing. It was a shame, really.
Drifting through the kitchen, Jayne dug out the box of strawberry PopTarts and tore open the package as he wandered to the door of the hotel. Pushing it open, he leaned against the door frame and gazed out. There was a good foot or so of snow covering the ground, and he could see places where the wolves had walked. With them being that obvious, he had to guess that Jaime'd been right - they'd probably been set loose and not escaped.
His free hand dropped to his hip, fingertips brushing against his gun, and he thought it'd be nice if one of those wolves showed up just about now; he wouldn't mind killing something. It'd been too long since he'd had a proper job or a proper lay, and this was getting obscene. How was he supposed to work off all this aggression anyway?
Shaking his head, Jayne drew away from the door and swung it closed; no sense in letting all the cold air into an already chilly building.