Spike was sore from not moving for so long.
He labouriously followed Faye through the maze of trailers and crew members feeling like an overweight middle-aged man with a wooden leg. Muscles that hadn't been used in eons ground against each other leaving him burning and tender.
Faye was smoking a cigarette and he weaved behind her inhaling her exhales because she had only one left and had taken it for herself. Occasionally she would stop and let him have a puff but something about the two of them using the same cigarette made Spike feel uncomfortable. He was thinking too much about this. Faye seemed perfectly normal again. She slunk as she walked, pretending not to notice all the crew members who stared at her backside as she passed them. She was such a kick in the pants. He smiled as men turned to whisper to each other as they stared. Faye took an extra long drag on her cigarette then flung the remains off to her side.
"So, how are we supposed to find Jet around here?" Spike asked. Faye watched the streak of fire from the burning end of the cigarette as it bounced off a wall and hit the ground.
"I don't know. I guess we just look around until...I don't know. We just keep looking around. Until we find him." Desperate for another cigarette but knowing she wouldn't find one, she ran her hands down her sides like a fresh pack would magically conjure itself from below the folds of her clothing. She frowned to herself.
"He didn't give much detail when he made the call. He just said to get down to the set. Here we are." An onset of laziness prevailed and Faye crouched down against the wall scratching at her arms. She'd peel her skin off if she didn't get another cigarette soon. She was making Spike nervous.
"Stop that. You're making me nervous. At least you can smoke." He quipped. She smirked and shook her head.
"Knowing that I can smoke is the problem. I can but I'm not." She said. She tilted her head back against the stone wall of the building and stayed quietly like that for a few moments.
"Guys!" Her eyes opened and she looked to her right to see Jet walking towards them, limping mildly due to the bullet wound from a while back. "Hey, you're actually walking without the aid of a wheelchair. Good for you, sport."
"Are you wearing mascara?" Faye stood and stretched onto the tips of her boots to see. He pushed her back down. Spike leaned in for a closer look as well but Jet shook them both off.
"How in shape are you?" He asked Spike. Spike shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm more stiff than anything. I guess I'm okay."
"Good. Because today we're going to be stunt doubles. And I know where you can get a new suit, cheap."