Chapter2:
In the thought of a late midmorning food gorge was to be the perfect setting to overcome any inept nightmare, so in hopes of something good enough for human consumption Spike staggers himself over to the fridge. " Opening the fridge door and glancing at what was inside, which happened to be a mixture of past date who knows, past date dog food, and a can of beer." Spike decides to grab the beer inside of gaming Russian roulette with food, and with a scratch to his back along with some serious yawning, he staggered back to get his boots."
As he sat back down on the rickety yellow couch, Spike began to recapped what his day was like, "Man what a hell of a day, that damn bounty head to Sasnak of 600 thousand woo-long was just bad seasoning to my meat. "I ended traveling from Venus to T.J and back the Earth, ooh! But that wasn't all ... when I finally managed to find the idiot, in a cantina, he cocks me out again taking me on a foot chase that went for over three hours down allies, burliest villas, and trash bins with psycho winos trying to kill me." And for what! Sasnak went the cowards way and jumped in front of a passing car ... and with that my 600 thousand woo-long flashed before my eyes...damn!" Gulping the can of beer he drops his boots back to the floor and tosses the empty can as well, he decides to lye back down onto the couch and snug himself back to sleep. "As he accommodating his pillow, Spike finally takes a whiff at himself and says" hell I even came back smelling like a psycho wino that was left to long in a cantina" ...and with a rumble and grumble of his stomach, Spike makes an attempt to relax.
With a whooshing at the door and an annoying light humming tune (even if it's past 5 a. m) comes in Faye, like a stray cat that was out for the night looking for toms (in her case it's woo-longs and vagabonds). "Geez, it's so damn dark in here ... well, can't really complain with what pathetic losers I come back to, oh well, beggars can't be choosers." As she made her way to the very same couch, she'd tossed her bags of trinkets filled with only things an antagonistic woman's desire can have, along with her pistol onto the couch ...
"And with a loud uff, Spike arose in agony, 'Hey! What's the idea !" Brashly turning her head over her left shoulder Faye glanced over to only see a mug of man that looked like a loon in the dark. "Shrieking in horror, Faye grabbed the closest thing to her, which happened to be one of Spike's boots." Make any move and I'll... I'll... you just try it buddy!
"Would you stop being an idiot will you and just flick on the lights, Faye!" As Spike pushed away all the bags and put away the pistol. " Faye began laughing in a repute way as she flicked on the lights." Hey, it's only you, sorry bout that lunk-head, but you looked like a shaggy haired bum for a while in the dark ... wait you still look horrible, what happened to you? asking as she postured herself unto the couch as well."
In the thought of a late midmorning food gorge was to be the perfect setting to overcome any inept nightmare, so in hopes of something good enough for human consumption Spike staggers himself over to the fridge. " Opening the fridge door and glancing at what was inside, which happened to be a mixture of past date who knows, past date dog food, and a can of beer." Spike decides to grab the beer inside of gaming Russian roulette with food, and with a scratch to his back along with some serious yawning, he staggered back to get his boots."
As he sat back down on the rickety yellow couch, Spike began to recapped what his day was like, "Man what a hell of a day, that damn bounty head to Sasnak of 600 thousand woo-long was just bad seasoning to my meat. "I ended traveling from Venus to T.J and back the Earth, ooh! But that wasn't all ... when I finally managed to find the idiot, in a cantina, he cocks me out again taking me on a foot chase that went for over three hours down allies, burliest villas, and trash bins with psycho winos trying to kill me." And for what! Sasnak went the cowards way and jumped in front of a passing car ... and with that my 600 thousand woo-long flashed before my eyes...damn!" Gulping the can of beer he drops his boots back to the floor and tosses the empty can as well, he decides to lye back down onto the couch and snug himself back to sleep. "As he accommodating his pillow, Spike finally takes a whiff at himself and says" hell I even came back smelling like a psycho wino that was left to long in a cantina" ...and with a rumble and grumble of his stomach, Spike makes an attempt to relax.
With a whooshing at the door and an annoying light humming tune (even if it's past 5 a. m) comes in Faye, like a stray cat that was out for the night looking for toms (in her case it's woo-longs and vagabonds). "Geez, it's so damn dark in here ... well, can't really complain with what pathetic losers I come back to, oh well, beggars can't be choosers." As she made her way to the very same couch, she'd tossed her bags of trinkets filled with only things an antagonistic woman's desire can have, along with her pistol onto the couch ...
"And with a loud uff, Spike arose in agony, 'Hey! What's the idea !" Brashly turning her head over her left shoulder Faye glanced over to only see a mug of man that looked like a loon in the dark. "Shrieking in horror, Faye grabbed the closest thing to her, which happened to be one of Spike's boots." Make any move and I'll... I'll... you just try it buddy!
"Would you stop being an idiot will you and just flick on the lights, Faye!" As Spike pushed away all the bags and put away the pistol. " Faye began laughing in a repute way as she flicked on the lights." Hey, it's only you, sorry bout that lunk-head, but you looked like a shaggy haired bum for a while in the dark ... wait you still look horrible, what happened to you? asking as she postured herself unto the couch as well."