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MMN—CRAZY—NMM
The lights dimmed down on the stage and she was glad that her turn was over. Faye blinked trying to adjust her eyes to the poor lighting. She picked up the skirt of her dress and walked out. She yawned. Today she'd been very tired. Actually, for about two weeks she'd been extremely tired. But Faye didn't really mind, especially knowing that she was tired but at the same time happy.
"Miss Valentine!" an employee from the casino called after her. "You have a call from Mr. Luther." He handed her the communicator.
"Hello," she said answering.
"Don't forget you have a meeting today. He's already waiting for you in the VIP tables. He just asked me about you since you left the stage in such a hurry."
"I'm going to change clothes."
"No. Don't waste time. Go ahead and visit."
She made a face but answered that she'd be there in a minute. She handed the communicator back to the employer. He nodded his head once, almost a bow, and ran down the hallway to continue doing whatever it was that his job was. Faye sighed. She picked up her dress again and made her way to the VIP seats. She didn't have to look much for the table. She saw a quite attractive man with short black hair and blue eyes. He wore a black tuxedo with a dark red tie. She didn't have to think too much on the subject. When she passed nearby the table, the man rose to his feet and pulled the chair opposite of his out. Faye looked around to make sure he wasn't waiting for the company of someone else. He smiled at her and met her gaze. No. This was definitely the guy.
Faye took a seat and the man returned to his. He was pleasant to converse with and he drank wonderfully too. He, however, did not smoke. But that didn't bother Faye at all. She had found a reason to quit smoking, and although she didn't enjoy it at all, she was doing a good job at avoiding nicotine. The time passed by quickly and Faye learned about the man's daily job and enterprises, the things he liked to do on his free time, and that he was allergic to peanuts. After a while, Faye's lack of rest began catching up to her and she tried to cover up a small yawn. He asked if she was tired and Faye responded that if he didn't mind she'd like to rest for the day.
"It's a shame," he said. "I was enjoying your company."
"So was I." Faye halfway lied. Although he was a pleasant for conversation, he liked to be the one doing the most talking. "But I really need to get going. It's getting late and I'm expected at home now. Actually, I'm running a bit late."
"Why don't you let me take you home then? I'll be more than glad to help you."
"I live on the Milky Way," Faye said. The man laughed. "I'm not making any jokes. That's the name of the Blue Moon's employee apartments."
"Yes, of course." He got up and helped Faye out of her seat. "My chauffeur is ready to leave whenever, so it won't be any disruption to make a quick stop at the stars. How far is the Milky Way anyway?"
"It's only about five minutes from here."
"Very well, I'll be delighted to have your company for that time." He placed his arm and Faye hooked hers to his. She picked up her purse and they walked down to the car. The drive was just as eventful as the time they had spent together earlier. Faye was glad when they reached the steps of the Milky Way. However, she did not get out of the vehicle immediately. The man proposed to her if she would have him come in for a cup of coffee.
"It's not the best of ideas." Faye responded.
"Why is that?" The man said flustered.
"I don't live alone."
"What?" For the first time he used a one-word sentence.
"I don't live alone," Faye repeated. "I have company. And I rather not have any problems. So if you don't mind…" Faye opened the door of the vehicle and stepped out
"But."
She smiled at him. "Thanks for the drinks and the ride. I'll see you around."
"Y-yes," He stuttered. "Have a goodnight." But by the time he had answered Faye was out of hearing distance.
She made her way up the steps and into the reception of the apartments. The woman greeted her and Faye waved back as she stepped into the elevator and waited patiently as the numbers changed from single to double-digit numbers. When she arrived at her floor, the doors opened and she walked out.
"Hey Faye," A woman greeted her.
"Are you going to work today?" Faye asked.
"Yeah. It's that day of the week…You know, it's kind of sad that after we age too much for their liking we'll be out of a job."
"Isn't it the same with every other job? They just keep you for as long as you're any good to them."
"I suppose. Hey, but if anything I'm going to live this life as best as I can. I don't want to believe I'm living in a dream. —Oh! I better leave; the girls are going to kill me if I'm late again. See you later Faye!" She waved back and took her place in the elevator. Faye watched the doors close and then continued walking to her room.
Faye stood in front of her door and opened her purse looking for the key. However, in a few seconds the door opened quickly and widely. Faye smiled as she saw the redhead greet her.
"Hello, Faye-Faye!"
"Hey, Ed. Did Jet come by?" Faye said walking into the apartment and taking her heels off.
"Nope," Ed responded as she followed Faye into her room humming an upbeat song. Faye took her dress off and slipped into something more comfortable while Ed performed a sort of dance routine around the room. She suddenly stopped. "Ed is hungry."
"Yeah. Faye is hungry too." Faye walked out into the kitchen. She began pulling several things out from the fridge trying to decide what to have for dinner, drinking on an empty stomach was not one of her preferences. The doorbell went off. "That must be Jet."
"I'll open the door!" Ed ran back to the door. It took her a while to get back and Faye wondered what could be taking her so long. She left the things setting on the island of the kitchen and started walking to the entrance hallway. She called out to them but they did not respond. She walked a little bit more quickly and pulled her gun out. She'd always kept it strapped to her thigh—just in case. She turned carefully and pointed her gun at whomever it was that was there. Ed stared wide eyed at the gun. "It's just me Faye-Faye."
"Sorry." She put the gun up. "So who was it?"
"Jet-person!" She smiled. "And—" She pulled her voice down to a whisper. "He had to leave. Yep. Yep. He said he'd bumped into an old friend. So he left." Faye looked at Ed's face. "Jet-person is coming Sunday!" Ed shouted.
"Okay," Faye responded a little confused and feeling something was being kept from her. "Let's get dinner."
"Yay!" Ed said and swung her arms as they walked back. "You know what Faye-Faye?"
"Huh?"
"Ed feels like beef and 'shroms!"
Faye thought about it for a second. "You know, it doesn't sound half bad."
MMN—To Be Continued—NMM
One of the things I couldn't remember from Cowboy Bebop was the name they used for a cell phone. I couldn't remember if it was even called a cell phone or if it was an electronic-portable-communication-thingy-magigy. No. But honestly I couldn't remember the name they used…
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