Black Irish
Mar. 19th, 2007 11:25 pmTitle: Black Irish
Author: Bookaddict
Characters: Crew, OCs
Rating: PG
Word count: 586
Comments: A slightly late Saint Patrick’s Day story written for
fireflyholidays. Information about Hurling here. Loosely connected to Recurrent Verse.
“Monty, you old reprobate.” Mal greeted as the man’s face appeared on the screen. “What can we do for you?”
“Mal are ya dockin’ in Dublin tonight?” his friend asked.
“That’s right,” Mal agreed. “You know that, we’re supposed to be doing a job together remember?”
“Just checkin’,” Monty grinned at him. “In that case then, can I talk to yer mercenary?”
“What do you want to talk to him for?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out old friend. Now can ya get him for me?”
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“So what’d Monty want?” Mal could contain his patience no longer. “Him and Vic still wanting to know if I’m treating you right?”
“Ain’t nothin’ like that, he just wanted to know if I wanted to hurl for him tomorrow.”
“He wants you to vomit for him?” Wash asked incredulously. “He hasn’t seen you really drunk has he?”
“Not that kind of hurling,” Jayne rolled his eyes. “Hurling…”
“I think Jayne means the game,” the Shepherd interrupted. “An ancient sport played with sticks and balls.”
“That’s the one,” Jayne nodded. “It’s the big match tomorrow. Montgomerys versus the Killeens. I’ve heard tell of it, but never thought I’d play.” His voice took on the awed tone usually reserved for praising a new weapon or admiring Kaylee.
“And you know how to play this game?” the Captain questioned.
“’Course I do. Been playin’ since I was little, us Cobbs were champions on our moon.”
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“Everything’s green,” Wash looked around with wide eyes. “Why’s everything green?”
“It’s Saint Patrick’s Day,” Simon explained. “Traditionally everything is green.”
“Even the beer,” the Captain grimaced.
“It’s only food colouring Captain,” Kaylee took an experimental taste. “The beer’s fine.”
“The potato cakes aren’t half bad either,” Book recommended as they watched the game.
“Oooh they’re all sweaty!” Kaylee clasped her hands in ecstasy and cheered when Jayne hit the ball. “There’s some mighty fine scenery out there alright.”
“Jayne know you talk about other men like that?” Wash prodded.
“It’s Jayne I’m talking ‘bout silly. Look at those arms, they’re all glistenin’,” her eyes glazed over.
“It’s a sight to see alright,” Zoë agreed, exchanging laughing glances with River.
“Almost as good as my man,” Vic teased.
“Lambie-toes! I can make my arms glisten.” Wash looked round wildly, “all I need is some oil or water…”
“Kaylee, I wish you wouldn’t talk like that in front of River.”
“Well it certainly seems the sort of game our mercenary would do well at,” Mal stopped the incipient argument. He watched Jayne shoulder his opponent out of the way. “No wonder he’s so good with big sticks.”
“Indeed,” the Shepherd agreed.
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“What’d I say?” the Captain asked ducking away from a thrown chair.
“Don’t know sir,” Zoë head-butted her opponent efficiently as Wash cheered her on.
“You didn’t have to say anything Captain. A fight on Saint Patrick’s day,” Simon dodged a punch, “is also traditional.”
Mal looked around at his uncommonly relaxed crew. The Doc actually had his hair mussed. The little crazy person was up on stage doing some sort of kicking dance. Jayne for once wasn’t fighting; he’d been lip-locked with Kaylee since the end of the game and more of her glistening comments. The Shepherd was deep in conversation with the local priest…
“Maybehaps we can make another stop next year then,” he suggested.
"Ya bet ya are!" Monty buffeted him on the back sending him staggering into the next punch. "Up the Montgomerys!!" he roared.
Author: Bookaddict
Characters: Crew, OCs
Rating: PG
Word count: 586
Comments: A slightly late Saint Patrick’s Day story written for
“Monty, you old reprobate.” Mal greeted as the man’s face appeared on the screen. “What can we do for you?”
“Mal are ya dockin’ in Dublin tonight?” his friend asked.
“That’s right,” Mal agreed. “You know that, we’re supposed to be doing a job together remember?”
“Just checkin’,” Monty grinned at him. “In that case then, can I talk to yer mercenary?”
“What do you want to talk to him for?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out old friend. Now can ya get him for me?”
**********************
“So what’d Monty want?” Mal could contain his patience no longer. “Him and Vic still wanting to know if I’m treating you right?”
“Ain’t nothin’ like that, he just wanted to know if I wanted to hurl for him tomorrow.”
“He wants you to vomit for him?” Wash asked incredulously. “He hasn’t seen you really drunk has he?”
“Not that kind of hurling,” Jayne rolled his eyes. “Hurling…”
“I think Jayne means the game,” the Shepherd interrupted. “An ancient sport played with sticks and balls.”
“That’s the one,” Jayne nodded. “It’s the big match tomorrow. Montgomerys versus the Killeens. I’ve heard tell of it, but never thought I’d play.” His voice took on the awed tone usually reserved for praising a new weapon or admiring Kaylee.
“And you know how to play this game?” the Captain questioned.
“’Course I do. Been playin’ since I was little, us Cobbs were champions on our moon.”
**********************
“Everything’s green,” Wash looked around with wide eyes. “Why’s everything green?”
“It’s Saint Patrick’s Day,” Simon explained. “Traditionally everything is green.”
“Even the beer,” the Captain grimaced.
“It’s only food colouring Captain,” Kaylee took an experimental taste. “The beer’s fine.”
“The potato cakes aren’t half bad either,” Book recommended as they watched the game.
“Oooh they’re all sweaty!” Kaylee clasped her hands in ecstasy and cheered when Jayne hit the ball. “There’s some mighty fine scenery out there alright.”
“Jayne know you talk about other men like that?” Wash prodded.
“It’s Jayne I’m talking ‘bout silly. Look at those arms, they’re all glistenin’,” her eyes glazed over.
“It’s a sight to see alright,” Zoë agreed, exchanging laughing glances with River.
“Almost as good as my man,” Vic teased.
“Lambie-toes! I can make my arms glisten.” Wash looked round wildly, “all I need is some oil or water…”
“Kaylee, I wish you wouldn’t talk like that in front of River.”
“Well it certainly seems the sort of game our mercenary would do well at,” Mal stopped the incipient argument. He watched Jayne shoulder his opponent out of the way. “No wonder he’s so good with big sticks.”
“Indeed,” the Shepherd agreed.
**********************
“What’d I say?” the Captain asked ducking away from a thrown chair.
“Don’t know sir,” Zoë head-butted her opponent efficiently as Wash cheered her on.
“You didn’t have to say anything Captain. A fight on Saint Patrick’s day,” Simon dodged a punch, “is also traditional.”
Mal looked around at his uncommonly relaxed crew. The Doc actually had his hair mussed. The little crazy person was up on stage doing some sort of kicking dance. Jayne for once wasn’t fighting; he’d been lip-locked with Kaylee since the end of the game and more of her glistening comments. The Shepherd was deep in conversation with the local priest…
“Maybehaps we can make another stop next year then,” he suggested.
"Ya bet ya are!" Monty buffeted him on the back sending him staggering into the next punch. "Up the Montgomerys!!" he roared.
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Date: 2007-03-20 12:23 am (UTC)But I can't. It's too funny, and unfortunately completely accurate. *g*
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Date: 2007-03-20 12:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-20 12:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-20 12:54 am (UTC)Most of those scenes were traditional St Pat's day celebrations among our family... I'm glad you were amused instead!
As for the title - I don't get it either, but am constitutionally incapable of posting without a title. *shakes head at self*
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Date: 2007-03-20 01:46 am (UTC)lol
Can't you just see him in all sorts of games of strength and force...*Happy grin*
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Date: 2007-03-20 04:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-03-20 12:47 pm (UTC)I wish he was going on the cruise! Did you see the news about the other con?
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Date: 2007-03-20 12:48 pm (UTC)