"This is so predictable!"
Spike was not having a grand time at all. Ever since he came to the realization that the fridge was no longer refrigerating he began to go into profanity mode. The fact that he called something predictable instead of a piece of shit, mother fucking, useless pile of crap was a drastic improvement.
"Well, it's a good thing not much was in there." Jet surmised while he closed his eyes, tired of things breaking around his ship
He knelt in front of the fridge with a nicotine stick burning in his mouth.
"C'mon, Jet! We need to get that damn thing fixed..." Faye leaned against the wall and whined
"I don't see you helping." Scolded the senior cowboy
Faye then smirked a little and began gazing at her hands.
"Oh... but I might chip a nail."
"THIS IS SO TYPICAL!" Spike growled, "I had just gone to the damned store, too! This is the Mount Fucking Everest of inconveniences!"
Normally they would have ignored Spike's ranting at this point but his stomach made some strange noises at the end that left both Faye and Jet strangely satisfied
"You went to the store?" Faye questioned with a unbelieving look on her face
"Inconvenience? You wanna' talk about inconvenience, Spike?" spoke Jet as he rose from his kneeling position
Spike immediately grimaced. He knew he should have never opened his big mouth and used such a word.
"Inconvenience is what happens whenever I send you to the store... Especially last time."
Faye now loved how this was turning out. She began to whistle, quite pleased with the fact Jet wasn't yelling at her for once. Spike shot her a dirty look before turning his face back around to Jet. The Black Dog had crossed his arms across his chest and held his head high, eyes closed.
"I sent you to the store to buy normal things. Beef, chicken, bell peppers, eggs, bread. The staples of any normal people. But you decided that the fact we spent all our newly begotten money on this food was inconsistent with how you usually do things. So, on your way out of the store you see a guy you think is a five million woolong bounty-head and so, flinging the groceries aside, you give chase."
Jet had apparently told this story before. Spike was inching away from Jet ever so slightly. He was trying to inch his way back to the couch to sink into the cushions but his partner was already on a role and despite the fact Faye had already heard the story, she was eager to see Spike pissed off one more time. It was just so damn satisfying.
"So, you caught the guy. And then you realized you just spent your time and effort on apprehending a fellow consumer, like yourself. Not one to become too let down you go back to retrieve your groceries. Once back where you had dropped them, that is when you realize they weren't there. It was also when you came to the amazing revelation that the store happened to be on the eighth floor of the building. Thus, whence you carelessly tossed aside our food it went hurling over the railing to the planets surface and eggs, chicken, bell peppers, beef, and bread became one large scrambled egg, chicken, beef, and bell pepper sandwich with a side of dirt and your roommates are gonna' kill you when you get back to the ship."
Ending the story on a good note Faye made a long whistle and then a splat sound. Spike shot her another glance but not with as much force. He had already been humiliated. The fluffy haired bounty hunter cocked his head to the side and gritted his teeth.
"The inconvenience isn't the fact that the fridge is out it's what I put inside the fridge. That day I had gone to a deli and I found the perfect sandwich. It was heavenly. So, I bought a few more to eat at my leisure and, eventually, put them in the fridge so they wouldn't get bad."
"HMMM??? We're they those ham and baloney sammiches?"
Spike jumped around, startled, to see Edward sitting on her hands with Ein on top of her orange hair. Spike looked at her, wondering how she knew about the sandwiches and nodded his head.
"MMMMM!!!! THOSE WERE GOOOOODDD! RIGHT EIN?!" Edward jumped up immediately. The dog just barked
Suddenly the other two cowboys noticed their green haired companion's eye start to twitch rapidly. Spike just stalked out of the room without saying another word or looking at anyone.
"Edward... You just made my day." Jet smiled at the teenager
Ed hopped on her hands, "Spike person mad... ED GOES TO CHEER SPIKE PERSON UP!"
Faye couldn't contain her laughter. Any second now they were going to hear a string of curse words and things being thrown in the den. Jet, obviously thinking the same thing, smiled back at Faye. The woman pushed herself away from the wall of the ship and pulled a nail filer from her pocket. She began filing her nails as she turned to Jet.
"So, what about this bounty?" She questioned
"Yes, Faye, what about it?" Jet retorted
"Wha? You aren't helping us on this one?" she stopped filing her nails long enough to let out of look of surprise
"I've had enough run-ins on Io to last a lifetime. Sides, Spike didn't seem too worried when he saw his photo."
Faye smirked a big smirk. She remembered what Spike said and how she was angry that he took the words out of her mouth. However, now she could rub it in his face.
"Oh, what Spike doesn't understand is looks aren't everything..." she said as she started to listlessly walk back to the living room to see the chaos that was, no doubt, about to ensue.
However, as Faye revealed herself through the doorway of the living room she gazed inside only to see Edward typing on her keyboard with her toes.
"Hey, Ed, where'd Spike go?" she questioned the child
"Spike person said that he didn't have to take this cccrrraappp and if he caught the bounty himself he would spend the reward himself." Ed smiled, not once taking her huge eyes off the computer screen
Just then Faye heard the Swordfish fly off the deck of the Bebop as if she had called for God to confirm what Ed was saying and he did.
"Shit..." Faye swore, "Jet, I'm going after the bounty! I'll be in touch!" she yelled as she ran to the hatch to fetch her own ship
Jet poked his head out of the kitchen.
"What are you..." he started but all he saw was Faye's purple hair flying behind her as she ran out the door
Jet, remembering the conversation earlier, quoted Spike.
"This is so typical."
Jet was trimming his bonsai trees. He made a cut here, a cut there. However, he was unable to enjoy his work today. Other things were on his mind. However, he knew what he wanted from the bonsai. He knew how he wanted to make it grow so he cut and trimmed away at the green plants. As his cigarette, smoke billowing out from the end, hung in his mouth. It got to the point Jet didn't even realize it was there anymore. He was too immersed in his bonsai. It wasn't until the cigarette dropped from Jet's unknowing mouth and into the tiny jungle, almost sending his precious plants up into flames, that Jet knew something else was on his mind. He threw his cutters aside and strolled to his room. He knelt down and began feeling under his bed until he finally pulled out an old, dusty album. He blew off the layer of dust that had spread across the cover of the album before opening the book and turning the pages. Each page had a newspaper clipping, now brown with age. Finally he settled on a page and set the album down on his bed. He leaned back against the wall and just stared at the newsprint for a while. A window into something so long ago. Memories flowed into Jet's head as he read the headline: "Cassidy Sundance rides into the sunset."