A/N: It's half one in the morning and I was bored. Also, I have been lacking with updates to my stories so I must apologise to those that are reading them. But please enjoy. Set after Shindig.

Disclaimer: Not mine

Fermented engine wine.

A beautiful woman sat next to him, enjoying the strong beverage too.

And a cargo bay full. Of cows.

But he'll ignore the mooing and the sounds they make. Even if it wasn't cows in their hold, he's sure Inara would be sitting next to him, drinking non-classy, non-Alliance made and certainly not one hundred percent safe to drink wine. It's a comfort having her next to him, the conversation between them light and happy.

Whether or not she's just being kind because he's been stabbed recently, he doesn't know.

But he doesn't care.

He'll take what he can have.

With a glance out of the corner of his eye, his lips twitch up as the light radiates around ever so slightly to make her beauty stand out a little bit more then usual. Makes him want to grin like an idiot, but he doesn't. He can restrain himself.

She talks on about the last time she was so close to livestock and just hearing her voice makes him smile all the more.

Inara, he thinks, a woman who ain't afraid of the 'verse an' willin' to go out there.

A woman who fits in his world perfectly. He keeps that little bit to himself, "So, they had ranches back where you lived?"

She threw him a withering, playful smile and he nods inside. Yep, definitely fits.