Evan McDavitt stepped into the elevator with a sigh as Johnathan Gu followed behind him. He reached out to press button number twenty-two. "Eugh, my fingers are all pruney!" he mumbled, feeling the contours of his fingertips. He was now cloaked in a black leather trench coat that sat open loosely to reveal his swimming attire.
Johnathan pulled a hand out of the pocket of a similar coat that he wore, and looked at his fingers as well. "Hmm," he replied. "It's not all bad." He gave a smirk. Evan laughed, shaking his head of blonde waves.
"You really think those bounty hunters are after us? I mean, there must be other bounty heads here too," he said, wrapping a long arm around Johnathan's torso. He placed his chin on his shoulder brushing his cheek against his black hair.
"Well, it never hurts to be safe rather than sorry," Gu replied.
"Hm," Evan said. "If they are after us, do you think we can really stop them with just these?" he asked, pulling a heavy handgun from the inner pocked of his warm coat.
"We should be able to hold 'em off at least long enough for us to make a run for it," Johnathan responded. "That's really all we need."
"Ohh," Evan groaned. "I don't wanna get caught, Johnny! I've always wanted to meet Spike Spiegel in person, but not under these circumstances." He tucked his gun away again.
"Relax, Evie!" Johnathan reassured. "If they're after us, we'll be ready for them, ok?" he cooed, tangling his fingers in the blonde curls at the nape of Evan's neck.
"Oh, ok," Evan replied as Johnathan gripped his chin. He gave Evan a sweet and passionate kiss. Slowly their lips separated. "Damn, you're convincing," Evan grinned, leaning in for more.
Faye plopped onto the huge hotel bed with her own can of Pippu cola, not far from a brooding Spike. She popped the top with her carefully manicured nails and took a sip, the carbonation tickling her throat on it's way down. "They sure are taking their time, aren't they?" she asked with a bubbly sigh. She lie on her back, resting the can of pop on her stomach. Spike turned to look at her, noting her violet hair spread in a halo around her head.
"Must be having a grand ol'time," he replied with a faint smile. He heaved himself up from the comfy, cushioned bed, stroking Faye's thigh as he stood. "C'mon," he said. "We should wait closer to the front." Faye released another sigh and rolled up after him.
"Don't you have bionic hearing?" she half-joked. Spike chuckled, shaking his head of mossy hair.
As they neared the entryway, Faye took another sip of her soda just as Spike's ears seemed to perk with alertness. She placed her soda can on a nearby table and looked to the door, amused.
"I think they're coming," Spike whispered. Faye listened, and was oddly disillusioned to find that she could hear them as well.
"Evan, would you chill out?"
"Ok, ok! Phew!"
Faye smiled as she heard the voices muffled by the door in between the two couples. "I told you they were lovers," she smirked. She watched amusedly as Spike rolled his eyes in a grimace of skepticism and disgust.
Right outside the door, Johnathan and Evan stood for a short while. "I … can't seem to find my room key…" Johnathan mumbled, searching his pockets. "Do you have yours?"
"Uh-huh!" Evan said, reaching into his own pockets, finally producing a card key.
"Oh, I love you," Johnathan praised flippantly.
"I know," Evan replied in turn. He handed Johnathan the key and watched as he turned to him, putting a finger to his lips. Evan obeyed, and both men reached for their handguns. They nodded to each other as Johnathan slipped the card key into its slot. The door flung open and the two guns found themselves barrel to barrel with two more.
The Jericho and the Glock were waiting at the door on the ends of the arms of Spike and Faye respectively, who wore demon-like grins at the thrill of the hunt. "We promised we'd pay you a visit," Spike said warmly.
The hunted men both stood their guard; although Evan bore a startled and bewildered expression, Johnathan's face was calm as a stone. "How nice of you to drop by," the latter replied.
"We can do this the hard way or the easy way," said Faye, shifting her weight from one slender boot to the other. "Either way, you two will be coming with us. Which is it gonna be?" she smiled coyly.
"You don't expect us to just forfeit, now do you Faye? Spike?" Gu replied.
"So you've heard of us?" Spike smirked superciliously.
"Of course we've heard of you, handsome!" McDavitt spoke up with a smirk of arousal, yet equally as condescending. "Who hasn't?"
"Handsome?" Spike echoed, his expression straddling the line between puzzlement and shock. She was right, he thought.
"Well, now that we all know each other," Faye interrupted, "it's about time we took you boys in."
"Guess again," Gu said shortly. With a little shove, he and McDavitt were off in a mad dash. The bounty hunters hurried after them, adrenaline pumping.
"This makes it interesting," Spike said as the duet darted through the halls after the perpetrators.
"Wanna make it even more interesting?" Faye grinned diabolically.
"I'm not making a bet with you, you cheater," Spike answered.
"You're no fun!" Faye smiled as Spike stopped to open fire. A bullet whizzed past McDavitt as he rounded a corner and imbedded itself in the pristinely painted plaster wall, leaving a crumbling scar.
"Stay here," he ordered, taking off again.
"Why?" Faye called after him.
"They left the money! One of 'em's got to come back," he answered over his shoulder. Faye begrudgingly obliged him, dragging back in the direction of the suite to lie in wait.
Here we go! The chase begins (officially). Happy birthday! It's a twofer! Two chapters completed, two chapters posted. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far. By the way, I forgot to mention that the character of Evan McDavitt is also styled after a friend of mine, as well as Johnathan Gu... although in real life, neither of them are gay.
Cowboy Bebop is not mine. Sunrise Inc. gets the credit!