"Tell me you aren't planning on taking a job from that dink Badger?" Spike demanded with a scowl on his face.
"I won't tell you then. We go where the jobs are, and after what happened at Miranda, most of our contacts are dead, or prefer we consider them that way. Hell, the only reason Badger will see us is prob'ly cause whatever job he's got in mind can only work with us. Or he's figured out a new and interesting way of screwing us over for fun and profit." Mal said with a grimace.
"So tell me again why that's a good idea?" Jayne asked, while wiping down one of his ladies.
"Cause right now the only thing keeping us in the sky is their fares." Mal said with a gesture to Spike and Xander. "Sides this might just be the time I let you shoot him."
"Promises, promises. 'Sides I figure if anyone kills ol' Badge, it'll be our favorite killer girl. Bein' how she made such a fine impression last time. What about that guy you stabbed. He gonna be a problem?"
"Wing'll probably keep his pompous ass outta our way, and it's not like we're gonna send him notice about our visit, now is it. 'Sides, could be I know a sashed fellow who might have some semi-honest work for us. I just hope it don't leave no steaming piles this time."
"I thought my days of travelin' with livestock were done." Spike said with distaste.
Xander, however, was looking on the bright side. "Quit the bitchin' Spike. I ain't had a liquid steak in a long time. We might be able to get a nip or two."
"Only you would call cow blood that." Spike smirked.
"Yeah, well at least I don't reminisce about eating marathon runners and call 'em fast food." Xander replied.
"Oye, I was evil then, you berk."
Mal looked back and forth between the vampires and walked away shaking his head and muttering. "I should have looked into smuggling those cryo-dogs."
"That's no fun." Spike called out towards his retreating back.
"Yeah, we'd chip a fang on one of those." Xander finished, grinning as a now very pale Jayne followed Mal.