"Nope. Absolutely not, Cam."

Camilla and Faye were walking down the women's needs aisle in the grocery store. Faye carelessly tossed tampons and pregnancy tests into her square basket while empty handed Camilla followed her.

"Faye, he's – he's a good guy….sometimes."

Faye turned around to face her friend, giving her a knowing look. "Oh, please. The man couldn't even say hi to me. All he did was nod and say 'yo'."

"He was just upset."

Faye looked at Camilla for a few seconds before returning to tossing random women's needs objects into her basket.

"Faye, please?"

"Didn't you tell me that that guy was depressed or something? That his girlfriend died and he was so distraught that his entire character changed?"

Camilla scratched her head. "N-not in so many words-"

"I honestly don't know if I can do this. I mean, I don't wanna be miserable just because you want to raise a family with -"

Camilla frowned at Faye, giving her her signature puppy dog face.

"- your perfect, flawless, caring boyfriend…FINE! I'll do it. But you owe me." Faye pointed her slender index finger in Camilla's face.

Camilla jumped up and down, giving Faye a suffocating hug around her neck. Faye playfully pushed her away. "A LOT!"

"Oh, Faye! I love you so much!" Camilla hopped up and down, holding her hands in a praying motion.

"Fine." Faye mumbled, returning to the merchandise on the aisle.

Jet took a deep breath before quietly knocking on Spike's bedroom door. Spike woke to the sounds of knocking. He turned onto his back, wiped the slob that hung on the side of his mouth off with the back of his hand and groggily hollered, "Yeah? Come in!"

Jet slowly walked into Spike's, surprisingly, immaculate room. Jet looked around in shock.

"Why can't you keep the Bebop this way?" Jet sat on the end of Spike's firm bed.

"Hey. I've gotta sleep in here."

Jet rolled his eyes, while Spike sat up in his bed and placed a cigarette into his mouth, lighting it.

"Please tell me that you have at least some underwear on." Jet looked at Spike's chest, making sure he didn't look directly down at the large bulge in Spike's sheets that he couldn't help but notice.

"Sure." He responded, taking a long drag from his cig. "I'm wearing a suit."

"Your birthday suit, I suppose." Jet mumbled, looking away from his sarcastic friend.

Spike chuckled, blowing a cloud of grey from his thin nose. "I wear it quite well, don't cha think?

Jet growled in response to his friend's rhetorical question.

"So, what's up?" Spike asked, suddenly getting serious.

"Um… remember that girl you………met yesterday?

Spike nodded. "Yeah. What about her?"

"Well………..she thinks that…….DUDE, COME ON!"

"What?" Spike shrugged, clueless to his friend's sudden outburst.

"YOU'VE GOT A GOD DAMNED HARD-ON AND I'M SITTING RIGHT HERE!" Jet cupped his hands in the direction of the bulge in Spike's sheets.

Spike chuckled, looking down at his erection. "Well, I did just wake up."

Jet stood up immediately. "You're gonna have to put some clothes on. When you do, come out to the back deck so I can talk to you."

Spike shrugged, nonchalantly. "Okay."

Jet walked towards to the door, giving Spike a strange glance. He then paused at the door and gave Spike one last bewildered glance before leaving the room.

Spike walked onto the Bebop's deck wearing his light blue t-shirt and black sweat pants with a sloppy red knot and holding a newly lit cigarette. The sun was just beginning to set and the sky was a beautiful gradient of blue, purple and orange.

Spike silently sat next to his comrade, dangling his bare feet on the side of the ship. "So, what's goin' on?"

Jet moved his arms from across his chest to holding the sides of the ship. "Faye Valentine, Camilla's friend that you met yesterday."

"Yeah, what about her?" Spike shrugged, taking a drag from his cancer stick and keeping his eyes, squinted, on the gorgeous sunset before them.

"I was thinking…maybe you two could -"

"Jet, don't do that." Spike interrupted abruptly.

"Don't do what?"

"Try to hook me up with Camilla's friends. I don't know why you keep trying because it never works. I mean, even though she's probably the most beautiful out of the friends she's brought here, I'm not going out with her because nothing's going to happen. Why spend time on something that will never be?"

"What makes you think that this time will be just like the other times? It sounds like you're doing this out of spite."

"What makes you think that it'll be different?" Spike finally looked at Jet. "And what if I am doing it out of spite?"

"Well, umm –"

"Like I said," Spike responded, stretching his arms behind him and leaning back onto them. "Nothing's going to happen so I'm not going to waste my time."

"You shouldn't be so down on everything."

"Well, you know what?" Spike stood, taking a final drag from his cigarette before tossing it into the ocean. "Life shouldn't be so down on me." With that, Spike walked back into the Bebop.

Jet sighed, following Spike with his eyes into the Bebop, then returning his gaze back to the sunset.

Spike walked into the kitchen, and swung the cabinet door open, grabbing a box of triscuits and stuffing them into his watering mouth.

"Oh, what a loser!" Spike heard Camilla's voice getting closer and closer to the door.

"I know. Why do you think I dumped him? He had no money which meant he couldn't buy any food which meant I had to leave." Faye's voice followed short after.

Camilla finally opened the front door, revealing Spike's prediction of her and Faye being behind it.

Immediately, among seeing Spike, Camilla and Faye exchanged nervous glances. Spike continued on, devouring his triscuits.

"Spike." Camilla nodded, tossing her shopping bags onto the empty couch.

Spike nodded his head in her direction without saying a word.

Camilla gently shoved Faye in Spike's direction, mouthing to her, "go!"

"Hello, Spike." Faye smiled, straightening out her denim skirt.

"Yo." Spike responded, his voice distorted due to the triscuits he was chewing.

Faye instantly turned to look at Camilla as if she were crazy. Camilla shrugged, giving Faye a nervous smile.

When Faye opened her mouth to speak, Spike hastily cut her off. "So, Camilla was in this, too, huh? Well, unlike you, I'm a spiteful person." Spike walked past Faye and Camilla before turning around to face them once more. "I'm not gonna go out with you just because they want me to."

With that, Spike turned around and began to walk towards his room. He stopped mid way and turned to face them again. "You two have a nice evening." He smiled and turned around for the last time, walking into his room and closing the door behind him.

Faye slowly looked at a mortified Camilla. "And YOU want ME to go out with a man like THAT?! You've gotta be on some other shit." Faye grabbed her bags and headed towards the front door.

"Faye! Don't leave! Look, I can talk to him!" Camilla followed Faye to the door, pleading with her to stay.

Faye whipped around to face her friend. "Camilla, I'm not going out with him. He has complete asshole written all over him. Goodbye."

Faye walked out of the Bebop, leaving Camilla to ponder whether this plan was going to even get to the home plate.