You're not my favorite mistake. [Closed]

[companioning]

Who: Inara Serra & Malcolm Reynolds
What: Mood Slime shakes things up a bit
Where: John Doe Park
When: March 22nd
Warnings: Bickering, actual violence... Oh who knows...

Inara's mood had been something terrible for the last couple of days, and for the life of her she couldn't rightly figure out why. Certainly her current circumstances had something to do with it... But she'd been through worse. Much actually. So truly, she just didn't see why her temper kept flaring over the simplest things but it had and it was beginning to greatly irk her - which made her temper flare even more. Never ending cycle was what it was beginning to become.

She'd decided that a walk would be best. Fresh air would clear her head, and she'd be out of the house. It seemed a grand idea. She still wasn't clear on the layout of Mayfield, but she knew enough in order to get to the park without getting lost. She'd thought it would be a good place to sort through her thoughts, perhaps even meditate some. Anything truly.

But as she made her way toward the center of the park, she saw Mal walking her way. Immediately her eyebrows drew together in annoyance. She just knew he was going to end up saying something which would upset her, and she just didn't even want to deal with it. So lifting her chin up in quite the haughty manner, she continued forward intent on making sure he knew just what he could do. "You can just keep on walking, Malcolm Reynolds," was the greeting she tossed at him as she drew closer to him.

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[captain_tightpants]

To say Mal's been avoiding his creepy drone housemates is an understatement. He won't even talk about them unless prodded. So he spends most of his time away from that house, collecting supplies and hoarding them in a secret stash in the park.

Lately he's noticed some of the things he collected are covered in a strange pink goo. He even swore he saw one of them move. After handling the slimed objects he's now on his way back from visiting the stash and suddenly feels like he wants to kick something or yell really loud for no reason.

Oh hey look, it's Inara. Perfect timing.

"Hey, I was here first! This piece'a land ain't your private whoring shuttle, Miss Ambassador."

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Oh that caused her to stop right in front of him, her expression one of actual outrage. Who did he think he was talking to her like that? He had no right what-so-ever. The tāmāde hùndàn!She didn't even think, she just swung out with her hand, clearly intending on smacking the daylights right out of him.

"Bìzuǐ! As if a petty thief has room to talk. And not even a good thief at that!"

[captain_tightpants]

Inara's unthinking swing was easy for Mal to dodge but damned if the very nerve didn't make his blood boil.

"Hoho, well if I was so bad at what I did you sure did stick with the ship for quite a long time, didn't ya? Maybe there was some other reason you stuck around."

Now he's practically egging her on. He wants her to hit him. It'll give him a reason to hit her back. On principal, Mal doesn't like starting fights. But once one is already started... or provoked, whatever.

[companioning]

"Well it most certainly wasn't because of you," she snapped, mad that he'd managed to dodge her swing and also mad that he seemed to be hinting at something she didn't want to address. She stepped foward, pushing her hands hard against his chest. "I'm actually surprised you didn't end up getting us all killed!"

If she'd been in her normal state of mind she never would have said such things, not even to Mal. But she wasn't and all she wanted at that moment was to make him as mad as she was.

[captain_tightpants]

"Now you're just lying to cover up, ain't you?"

As he's shoved Mal just about snaps. He'd been waiting for a reason to strike and that was plenty good enough for him. Inara certainly succeeded in causing anger.

Mal didn't even bother to retaliate verbally. He just let out a shout of rage and leaped forward, making a powerful swing at Inara's jaw.

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Inara didn't even have a chance to reply to his accusation, not that she could have without outright lying anyway. She barely saw his fist swinging toward her, and she certainly didn't have the opportunity to jump out of the way. She cried out as his fist connected with her jaw, snapping her head back and actually sending her sprawling.

She lay there with the taste of blood in her mouth, her jaw aching. "You hit me," she accused him as she slowly pushed herself up into a seated position. Her eyebrows furrowed and she reached up, gingerly touching her jaw before wiping the blood from her lips. "Cào nǐ zǔzōng shíbā dài," she snarled and then she was launching herself at his legs, intent on knocking him on his backside.

[captain_tightpants]

"Yeah, give me a reason to do it again." Of course Mal didn't have to wait long. His anger was apparent and he didn't seem to be reeling from his actions. In fact, he seemed to be fueling himself.

As Inara lunged at him he made a move to step to the side but it was sloppy and he was knocked off his feet, though not easily. He made a valiant attempt to remain standing and stumbled rather than fell. As he hit the ground his blind rage grew and he was bordering on murderous.

Mal pushed against the ground and lunged at Inara, hands going for her neck.

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"I'm sure I will." She smiled viciously, watching as he stumbled and then fell. Served him right, hitting her that way! She was about to pounce forward, fully intending on pounding his head against the ground a few times, perhaps try and knock him out - but he was pushing off the ground and lunging at her before she could do that.

Her eyes widened and she was quickly on her knees, trying to get out of his way, but he plowed her over and with a loud groan, she was on her side. Eyes flashing angrily, she kicked at him as she attempted to roll over and climb to her feet.