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Again, Again, And Again

He kicked the railing, the all-too-familiar scent assailing his nostrils as the metallic clang shot through the air. It was always the same damned thing for meals, which easily explained why he was in such a sour mood whenever the time came to eat. He breathed a sigh, jumping down the last few stairs, landing with a thud.

His shipmates paid him no mind, going about their usual business: Jet was, surprisingly, playing shogi with Ein, Ed was squealing over some sort of anime, and Faye was just lounging about on the couch, like the lazy bitch she was.

Another sigh as he lifted her legs, tossing them onto the table so he could sit down. She opened her eyes, staring at him with venom. As if she were really going to "exact revenge" on him. The only damn thing she cared about was getting a suntan. Not like she'd had much luck. It had been a long time since they'd stopped anywhere sunny, which was also why their supply of food was so damn bland.

Spike reached into the box on the side of the couch, grimacing at what he had grabbed. "Goddammit," he spat, slapping the cup onto the table. "It's always the same damn thing, you know that? God, I'm so freakin' tired of ramen."

"Yeah? Well, ya better get the hell over it," Jet muttered, eyes still set on the board. "It's all we've got. Unless ya wanna eat the dog."

"Dog meat?" Spike thought it over for a bit, hands poised to remove the lid from the ramen cup. "That's really not a bad idea, Jet. All we need are a couple of skewers, an open flame, and something to cook him in. Hey, think we could use the bath for a grill tonight?"

Ein yipped in response, jumping off the table to cower in the corner.

"You guys are sick," Faye quipped, throwing a magazine at Spike's head. "I sure as hell don't like him, but what did Ein do to you to deserve this?"

"God, mind your own business, Faye. Besides..." Spike looked her over, making a face as he filled the cup with steaming water. "...you could use a good bit of meat. Damn, when was the last time you ate anything? You make the dog look healthy." He turned away from her, smiling. "But, I guess that can't be helped. You are an old lady after all..."

There was a loud scream as Faye jumped him, pressing his face into the couch. "The hell was that?" she barked, tugging at his hair. "You did not just call me an old lady, Spike! You got a death wish?"

"Oooh!" Ed cooed, pulling her headphones off. "Looks like Faye and Spike need a rooooom!"

"What?" the two cried in unison.

Ed giggled, crawling behind the couch and up the stairs. "Ed thinks that Faye and Spike need to make some loooove!"

Faye leaped off the couch, chasing after Ed. "Get back here, worm! I wanna hear you say that again! No, I dare you to say it again! C'mon!"

Spike grimaced, spitting on the floor with a disgusted sound as he sat up. "The hell kind of anime are you watching, Ed? You damn well better not be watching porn!"

A laugh. "Yeah, 'cause that's specially reserved for Spike and his special time."

"Go to hell, Jet! And you!" He turned on the dog, pointing a non-threatening chopstick in his direction. "Better say your prayers, mutt! 'Cause when I get back, your ass is gonna be feeding me for the next week!"

As the three ran out of the room, screaming, Jet rolled his eyes. "God, again with the bitching." He looked to the dog. "Don't worry about it too much, Ein. Spike talks a lot of trash, but that's about all it is. Hell, the only time he ever really followed through was when..." A pause. "Eh, never mind. Spike never follows through."