Never steal a Cowboy's…
A/N: I just had these random ideas, on what would happen if you stole Spike's ship/cigarettes/shoes and other things. So these random drabbles are going to be based round stealing Spike's stuff. Don't expect them to be amazing.
Summary: Part 1: Ship. Random drabbles where people steal Spike's things. He may get them back, he may not.
Disclaimer: Dang it. I don't own it.
Ship.
Spike flew to Mars late one night, looking for a good bar. Faye had been making his life hell, and Jet wanted help with plants, and Ed was…being Ed.
Spike needed a drink.
Instead of going to usual bar C'est la Vie, he decided he would look for a different one tonight.
He walked into a run down one on the East side of town, and ordered a whiskey. Unfortunately the locals of the pub had a habit of picking on strangers to the bar, which Spike was.
When Spike had finished his drink, he found his Ship had been stolen. He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without even looking and fired one shot into the ceiling.
"Which one of you bastards stole my ship?!" He yelled with surprising forcefulness, as he looked pretty darn hung-over.
No one answered.
"All right, I'm gonna have another whiskey, and if my ship isn't back outside by the time I finish, I gonna have to do what I did in the last bar I was at! And I don't like to do what I did there!"
Some of the locals shifted restlessly.
Spike, true to his word, had another whiskey, walked outside, and his ship had been returned, undamaged.
He started the Swordfish II up, but the bartender wandered out just before he took off back to the Bebop. "Say man, before you go…what happened at the last bar?"
Spike turned to him and grinned his cocky grin. "I had to walk home."
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