lowdowndirtydxceiver:

“Ain’t like I ever said I played fair game," he smirked to himself, entirely pleased with his own victory, though dishonest. Reaching around to his opposite side and grabbing a handful of peanuts, he popped a couple in his mouth—almost offering them to her, but thinking better of it. It was already a volatile nuclear bomb in her stomach waiting to go off, and he did not feel like tempting fate any further. "Lyin’, cheatin’, and stealin’. S’what I do best." 

A smug grin had since plastered itself across his face, elbows propped against the bartop as he recalled the conditions of his victor—- what. He slowly turned back towards her at her demand, smile fading quickly. The falling jacket did little to attract his attention, rather, Jayne found himself staring down the pointed finger in his face, taking the opportunity to get a closer look at the ink covering almost every inch of visible skin.

But, still. A shot of Ryncol? The merc could handle his liquor, but krogan strength was enough for his stomach to prematurely turn. Though it wasn’t like he’d outwardly show this hesitation, instead, he picked up the glass and over-confidently waved it under his nose. Christ it smelled like death incarnate in a glass. A nonchalant shrug, as—for the sake of the bet, naturally—he shot the foul liquid back in a split-second drink and slammed the glass back down on the counter.

A few terse seconds passed, keeping his face neutral as he started at the woman on the verge of resolutely dying at the bar. But ohh that was burning. Within seconds, regret kicked in—as he coughed and buried his face in crossed arms on the countertop. "Fuck’s sake girl, how in hell’d you do two‘a those?—Either way. I drank it, get on with the prizin’.” 

        Jack rubbed her eyes, she was sure the lining of her insides were stripped. Breakfast would suck, but at least she wouldn’t feel like a Krogan sat on her in the morning. Not even Ryncol could give her a hangover. She listened to Jayne–or Jay whatever the fuck he called himself earlier, but she was sure it was the first name, he was probably too embarassed to fully say it. But she’d call him it sometime soon just to make the bastard blush. 

                        "Yeah, you’re right. You’re a cheating, lying sack of shit.”

By now she felt functional to speak and sit up. Her stomach felt numb, maybe it was her body reacting, shocked. Once he agreed to finish off her challenge, watching him swallow the Ryncol with a contorted expression Jack smirked, she felt satisfied and that was better than winning. He was coughing as if he was exposed to smokey air, ash in his lungs or almost drowned. It was a nice cough, the sort of sound one would enjoy if they found pleasure in others dying. As her smirk grew into a wide grin Jack rested her chin on her hand.

                        “I forgot what the prize was, you might have to refresh my memory.”

Although her words appeared a tad teasing, she honestly had forgotten what he requested as earnings. It better had not been something getting the shit kicked out of him for.