Who: Jayne and Casey What: FIIIIIIIGHT When: Around midnight on Saturday night, post pie-eating contest Where: Starts in the kitchen, moves elsewhere! Why: The boys like fighting, and are drunk and full of pie! Complete/Open: Not yet/Not yet
"Welp," Jayne said, taking another swig of his beer milkshake - the closest thing to mudder's milk he had been able to manage, though some of other alcohols hadn't been bad either - "My parents wanted to get out of the core, thinkin' there'd be some more opportunities out on the middle'n border planets, so they picked New Melbourne, for the fishin'. I didn't want to be no ruttin' fisherman, and wise enough since my brother done caught damplung and my father lost two fingers, welding on the boats and skiffs, so I decided to get off the stinkin' rock and find me some more diversifyin' work. But I don't know about any other kin back on any of the more civilized planets. If you ain’t got no Cobbs, have you got any Radients, Berties, Matties, Amelias, or Jaynes?"