Pink
"So… whaddya lookin' for?" Faye asks boredly from her newfound spot on the counter, watching Spike rummage through a kitchen drawer.
"None of your fucking business, Faye," He answers coolly, not turning to look at her.
"Okay, fine," She pretends to pout, "I'll just watch."
So she watches him rummage through several more drawers, occasionally saying things like, "goddammit" or "son of a bitch" or "where they fuck are they", while swinging her legs against the counter, adding a sort of rhythm to his swearing.
After five minutes or so, with Faye leaning on the counter, and Spike throwing things around the kitchen, she ventures, "You know, if you told me what you were looking for, I might be able to help you…"
He looks up at her from the floor, where he's digging through the vegetable cooler. "I lost my fucking lighter," He says evenly, looking at her in an absurdly pissed off way.
Faye laughs, and has to clutch her stomach. "Jesus Spike, we have disposable lighters, if you want a cigarette that bad, just use one them until you can get a new one," Faye says, solving the problem. "They're in the drawer by the stove,"
He takes the two steps over to the drawer and pulls it open and rummages around, finding no lighters, and just as he opens his mouth to say how much of a liar she is, he finds one.
…And it's pink.
Noooo, that can't be right, he thinks, searching the drawer again, even emptying the contents onto the countertop. This was just probably the first one in there.
Faye turns up beside him, as he's sliding all the junk back in the drawer. "Was there any in there?" She asks, surveying the scene before her.
Spike turns to her, and opens his hand to show her the fluorescent cherry lighter in his hand.
"Oh, good," She says cheerfully, clapping her hands together. "Now I won't have to listen to you bitch all night about not having a cigarette." She turns to leave, but he grabs her by the shoulder and she's staring up at him awkwardly.
"What do you want now princess?" She asks stiffly, wanting to go to bed.
He thumbs the lighter between his fingers, showing it to her.
"It's…pink," He states uncomfortably. "I don't want to use a pink lighter," He holds it out to her and when she raises her hand he drops it like it's a poisonous snake.
She stares at him, thinking he's gone completely crazy. She opens her mouth, fishing for words to say to him, but only comes up with one thing to say.
"What's wrong with this one?" Faye asks, staring dumbstruck at the innocent lighter in her hand.
"It's pink." He says simply, staring directly at her.
She looks up into his chocolate eyes. "Will this bother you forever if you have to use this perfectly good pink lighter to light up your cigarette?"
"Yes."
Wow, she thinks, this is fucking stupid. Because she's not in the mood to argue, she sticks her other hand in her pocket, pulls out her own grey lighter, and hands it to him.
He takes it and smiles.
"Fuck Spike, you can really be a girl sometimes."
fin.
Eh, I didn't like the way this turned out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.