Jayne sat at the dinner table with a thin rod in one hand, and a can of spray in the other. He industriously cleaned the barrel of his beloved Vera, plugging it with the cleaning rod a few times before looking through the barrel for any addition imperfections. Not satisfied, he repeated the process for a bit longer. The broken down gun sat on another much larger cloth that protected Vera from the awful sight of the table itself. She had gotten him out of plenty of scrapes, and keeping her clean was keeping her happy. Jayne very much loved keeping his lady happy.<br/><br/>He absently whistled  The Hero of Canton  (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmG4tPspd-E#)while he worked. The song had, for better or worse, entrenched himself in his mind to remind him of the good and bad that could come of life. The good and bad Jayne was capable of everyday. Bad, it seems, was just what Jayne was fixin to capable himself with as he cleaned his lady. They hadn’t had a good paying job in some time, and had just enough to pick up supplies and hopefully a few paying passengers, if not a handy little job relieving those who have of their valuables, to distribute to the have-nots, such as themselves.<br/><br/>“Yeah, honey, I know I only clean you when I want something, but considering I clean you often, you should be happy you’re so needed” Jayne muttered to the gun as he slowly assembled the weapon back together. He knew he could be pretty damn formidable when he didn’t have Vera by his side, but there was something to be said for the love of a good woman, and the heights by which it could raise your stature. Vera made Jayne feel even taller than he already was, and that’s why he always made sure she wasn’t too far away.<br/>