RP: Unpleasant Characters: Jayne, Ianto Time/Date: Wee hours, June 30 Location: Kitchen, hotel lobby area. Warnings/Rating: His mouth, most likely Summary: Jayne doesn't want to sleep Status: Dropped
Jayne had woken up after a scant few hours of sleep, bathed in sweat and panting like a heat-sick dog. This was the second night in a row that he'd dreamed like this. Sick dreams, dark dreams. Dreams where he was dying, or Serenity was crashing, or he and Mal were really getting into it and Mal was throwing him out of the airlock for real this time.
Everything he feared in life was manifesting in his dreams, making him not want to sleep.
He took a shower (but left the door open) and dressed in shorts and a tanktop before heading downstairs in bare feet. He ran his fingers through his hair before wandering to the fridge, rifling through the contents before finding something to snack on. The cabinets yielded some alcohol, and he settled down at the kitchen table with the bottle and his snack.
He didn't think he'd get back to sleep tonight. Not if this was going to be a continuing trend.
Taking a swig of the alcohol from the bottle, he set it aside and shook his head before he sighed. He'd never had a problem with dreams before, so it stood to reason that this place was fucking with him. Well, the bastards who'd kidnapped him were, anyway. "This ain't right," he muttered as he wrapped his fingers around the neck of the bottle again.