Poke and Prod

He baffled her, he was an enigma that she couldn't begin to understand (which was probably why she was always poking and prodding him, figuratively speaking of course). She would see him slouched on the ugly yellow couch trying to sleep, watching TV, or doing something else that was absolutely pointless and she would feel the need to completely annoy him (Yes she knew it was immature but that didn't stop her, no nothing stopped Miss Faye Valentine when she put her mind to it).

She acted like a little kid when she was around him, she could tell that she annoyed him by the way he would narrow his eyes at her and shoot off nasty things at her, that she would gleefully return. She didn't understand him and he was so closed off that it was a fight to get anything out of him, so she poked and prodded until she got the right response. She didn't know anything about him or his past so she learned about his responses and knew when he was ready to give in (didn't happen often) and when he would fight (he was always so stubborn).He probably saw through her ploy, (he could read her like a book, damn the man) but he still played along.

She could tell by the way she would stop into the living room, bitching and whining about something completely stupid and he would look up at her and smirk, or his eyes would dance with laughter, (laughing at her of course) which would in turn send her into a fit. He was just as bad as her, except he knew the 'secret' to her past (again, damn the man).

So as usual, after losing all of her money, and being in a piss poor mood she came back to the ship. She griped about how they never got enough bounty heads and that nothing ever good happened to her, and that most likely the shower had not been fixed, go figure. And she would look over and see Spike looking up at her a smirk playing on his lips and his eyes dancing at her discomfort. Jet would come out of the kitchen and look at her as if he had been waiting for this all day.

"So you lost again. Which was it horses or dogs?" He asked.

Her only response was her promptly throwing one of her boots at him.

Jet's laughter rang in the Bebop for minutes after she had escaped into her room.

Hazaaaaaah! OOOO yeah! Boots a flyin'!