RP: Bullets Characters: Jaime, Mal, Jayne Time/Date: Evening, October 26 Location: Mal & Jaime's room Warnings/Rating: ... idk Summary: Jayne finds something Mal might want Status: Complete
It had been a thing of chance. He'd been digging through a milk crate of rubber rats in the Halloween store when he'd felt the edge of the box. Not a big box, but a box he recognized all the same. Lifting out the box, he flipped it open and peered in before plucking free one of the bullets. He knew immediately it wasn't one of his, but he recognized it all the same.
It belonged to one of Mal's guns. But plenty of people had been finding ammunition in queer places; maybe someone'd find some that fit his pieces eventually.
Jayne pulled out his device, intending to send Mal a message before he got a better idea. He hadn't seen the captain really since he'd been back, and it might be fun to try to interrupt his alone time with that slip of a girl he was with. Hell, it wasn't like he had anything better to do, right?
With a grin, Jayne sauntered out of the store. He jogged through the rain, his heavy boots sending up sprays of mud. Once he reached the hotel, he shed his boots inside the door on the mat that had been set aside for them. He'd caught a little bit of hell from one of the redheads earlier for tracking in mud and he wasn't inclined to have it thrown back at him again.
In socked feet (the left one had a hole, he noticed; he should get a new pair), Jayne trotted up the stairs to the second floor hall. Making his way down toward Mal and Jaime's room, he rapped on the door to see who was going to answer it.