Hello again, it's me! I ma soo enjoying being back of ff.net! I feel like I
could hug it and squeeze it until it died! Well, not that much! ~_~ Anyway,
next chapter right here! Let's do this!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop!
Vicious needed to settle his nerves, so he decided to go for a walk. He soon found himself walking into a local (actual) night club.
The music was blaring and the lights were flashing, not exactly the place to calm nerves. But they served alcohol here, and that was enough for Vicious!
He sat down at he bar, ordered a bloody mary, and crossed his arms on the bar, putting his head down on top. About 7 drinks later, he heard somebody sit down next to him.
"Well, fancy meeting you here!" a voice said and Vicious looked up.
It was Fadia. She was dressed in baggy blue jeans, a navy blue shirt that went half-way down her thighs, and a blue bandana.
"They let you in here?" Vicious mumbled.
"Height can sometimes be a blessing in disguise." Fadia said with a grin.
"Riiight." Vicious said, downing the rest of his drink in 1 gulp, "Nice outfit."
"Thank you, I like it! I'm off duty so I don't have to wear that suit." Fadia said.
"You want anything?" Vicious asked.
"Sure." she said, turning to the bar tender, "Virgin Strawberry Daiquiri."
"Wimp." Vicious said with a smirk.
"You're forgetting that I'm 13." Faida said.
Vicious put his head back down and Fadia turned back to him.
"What's up? You're all glum and everything." Fadia said.
"Yah, no thanks to you!" Vicious grumbled, ordering another bloody mary and putting his head back down.
"What did I do?" Fadia asked, sipping on her drink.
"You're the one who gave me that dud information!" Vicious said, turning his head to Fadia.
"Hey, I thought that that information would be helpful Mr. Crabby Dip Shit!" Fadia said, "I got the same info you did!"
"What did you call me?" Vicious said, a familiar anger coming to surface in his eyes.
"A Dip Shit!" Faida said, "And you'll be called MUCH worse if you don't get your act together soon!"
"Ha!" Vicious said, and with that he got up from the bar and stumbled out of the club.
Once outside, he collapsed against the wall. There he lay, a broken man in his broken world that was finally falling down around him.
Vicious curled up into a ball to try to shield himself against the night, too tired and drunk to stand. Then he heard the club door opening and a hand on his shoulder.
"Come on Vicious," Fadia said, "time for you to go home."
NEXT CHAPTER COMING SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop!
Vicious needed to settle his nerves, so he decided to go for a walk. He soon found himself walking into a local (actual) night club.
The music was blaring and the lights were flashing, not exactly the place to calm nerves. But they served alcohol here, and that was enough for Vicious!
He sat down at he bar, ordered a bloody mary, and crossed his arms on the bar, putting his head down on top. About 7 drinks later, he heard somebody sit down next to him.
"Well, fancy meeting you here!" a voice said and Vicious looked up.
It was Fadia. She was dressed in baggy blue jeans, a navy blue shirt that went half-way down her thighs, and a blue bandana.
"They let you in here?" Vicious mumbled.
"Height can sometimes be a blessing in disguise." Fadia said with a grin.
"Riiight." Vicious said, downing the rest of his drink in 1 gulp, "Nice outfit."
"Thank you, I like it! I'm off duty so I don't have to wear that suit." Fadia said.
"You want anything?" Vicious asked.
"Sure." she said, turning to the bar tender, "Virgin Strawberry Daiquiri."
"Wimp." Vicious said with a smirk.
"You're forgetting that I'm 13." Faida said.
Vicious put his head back down and Fadia turned back to him.
"What's up? You're all glum and everything." Fadia said.
"Yah, no thanks to you!" Vicious grumbled, ordering another bloody mary and putting his head back down.
"What did I do?" Fadia asked, sipping on her drink.
"You're the one who gave me that dud information!" Vicious said, turning his head to Fadia.
"Hey, I thought that that information would be helpful Mr. Crabby Dip Shit!" Fadia said, "I got the same info you did!"
"What did you call me?" Vicious said, a familiar anger coming to surface in his eyes.
"A Dip Shit!" Faida said, "And you'll be called MUCH worse if you don't get your act together soon!"
"Ha!" Vicious said, and with that he got up from the bar and stumbled out of the club.
Once outside, he collapsed against the wall. There he lay, a broken man in his broken world that was finally falling down around him.
Vicious curled up into a ball to try to shield himself against the night, too tired and drunk to stand. Then he heard the club door opening and a hand on his shoulder.
"Come on Vicious," Fadia said, "time for you to go home."
NEXT CHAPTER COMING SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!