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sabinelagrande) wrote2006-06-10 04:28 pm
sabinelagrande) wrote2006-06-10 04:28 pm
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Title: The Way We Weren't
Summary: The war is over, and Spike feels like he's won.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 377
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, AU
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_kisses. Why so many bar scenes? This is an AU based on Jupiter Jazz, but I think it explains itself pretty well internally.
When he falls off his bar stool laughing at something Shin says, Spike finally has to admit he’s drunk, drunker than he’s been in a long while.
Gren is up on stage, wailing away on that damn horn again. It’s some real happy tune; Gren’s a happy sort of guy these days. There’s not much to be unhappy about; war’s over, and, miracle of miracles, they’re off that rock alive.
Vicious is in the corner, chatting up some girl. Spike almost goes over, but decides at last to stay. He’s not entirely sure he can get over there without making an ass of himself; besides, blondes have never really been his type anyway.
But the girl at the bar next to him- now that’s a different story. She’s got on a long yellow sundress, cut down low and slit up high, one long stocking-covered leg crossed over the other. She gives him a suggestive, knowing smile.
Vicious walks out with the blonde, who’s kissing his neck, and gives Spike his patented “Don’t wait up” smirk. Spike raises his whiskey to him and turns back to the girl.
Her name is Faye, she says, running her hands through her short purple hair. She’s a sort of gypsy, making her own way through the stars. There’s something beautiful about that, Spike thinks. She says she’s a bounty hunter, has this big partner, ex-ISSP, and she’s got an old boat they bum around in. It isn’t much, she says, but it pays the bills. After the army, Spike thinks it sounds mighty fine.
Last call rolls around. He gulps down the rest of his whiskey, and, stumbling, they laugh their way out of the bar. She says, in between furtive kisses in darkened doorways, that she’ll introduce him to her partner. If he lets Spike on, they can ship out whenever he likes. Spike doesn’t know if it’s the liquor or his mood, but he doesn’t even care if she’s lying. He’s far past ready to be up and gone.
He knows he’ll probably wake up next morning with a splitting headache and all his money gone, but for once, he’s too good and high and fine to care. He just lets Faye lead him on, and damn the consequences.
Summary: The war is over, and Spike feels like he's won.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 377
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, AU
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: For
30_kisses. Why so many bar scenes? This is an AU based on Jupiter Jazz, but I think it explains itself pretty well internally.When he falls off his bar stool laughing at something Shin says, Spike finally has to admit he’s drunk, drunker than he’s been in a long while.
Gren is up on stage, wailing away on that damn horn again. It’s some real happy tune; Gren’s a happy sort of guy these days. There’s not much to be unhappy about; war’s over, and, miracle of miracles, they’re off that rock alive.
Vicious is in the corner, chatting up some girl. Spike almost goes over, but decides at last to stay. He’s not entirely sure he can get over there without making an ass of himself; besides, blondes have never really been his type anyway.
But the girl at the bar next to him- now that’s a different story. She’s got on a long yellow sundress, cut down low and slit up high, one long stocking-covered leg crossed over the other. She gives him a suggestive, knowing smile.
Vicious walks out with the blonde, who’s kissing his neck, and gives Spike his patented “Don’t wait up” smirk. Spike raises his whiskey to him and turns back to the girl.
Her name is Faye, she says, running her hands through her short purple hair. She’s a sort of gypsy, making her own way through the stars. There’s something beautiful about that, Spike thinks. She says she’s a bounty hunter, has this big partner, ex-ISSP, and she’s got an old boat they bum around in. It isn’t much, she says, but it pays the bills. After the army, Spike thinks it sounds mighty fine.
Last call rolls around. He gulps down the rest of his whiskey, and, stumbling, they laugh their way out of the bar. She says, in between furtive kisses in darkened doorways, that she’ll introduce him to her partner. If he lets Spike on, they can ship out whenever he likes. Spike doesn’t know if it’s the liquor or his mood, but he doesn’t even care if she’s lying. He’s far past ready to be up and gone.
He knows he’ll probably wake up next morning with a splitting headache and all his money gone, but for once, he’s too good and high and fine to care. He just lets Faye lead him on, and damn the consequences.
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