Chapter 3: Drunken Fool, Return of Ed

Jet dropped Spike on his bed. God he reeked. The stench of whiskey, beer, and cigarettes wafted around his companion. "Damn it Spike." The bounty hunter mumbled, "Come see her with me. Tomorrow. I found out where she sings." Jet nodded, "Yeah, I'll do it. Faye too. We need a night out." A wild crashing noise startled Jet. He jerked and ran from the room, and stealthily headed to where his gun was. He walked into the main living area and spotted it. He rushed for it, lifted it, and heard a gobbling noise from the kitchen. He walked the cooking room with his gun cocked. How did someone get in without me noticing? What he saw startled him more.

A pink haired girl had one leg, looking like rubber, wrapped around her head while she ate something unrecognizable. She had rice on her chin and her happy eyes were closed with glee. "Ed?" The girl leapt up and hugged him, "Jet person!" Jet looked down, shocked. The weebly teenager was latched onto him awkwardly. He realized, suddenly, that she had fallen asleep on him. "What the hell!" Jet turned to see Faye gawking. She had her gun as well. "Ed?" A howling, whimpering noise caused the two adults to turn, seeing Ein, who was whining for food. Jet rubbed his bald head tiredly. He fought to pry the sleeping form on him off, but she held as if her arms were steel. Try as he might he couldn't pry her off. She wrapped herself tighter around him. Faye shook her head at his efforts. She tossed the dog whatever Ed had been eating, which he took readily. Jet groaned when Edward began to mumble about pudding. "This is the day from hell." Faye sighed wearily, "I think it is going to get worse when drunken sunshine wakes up." "Goddamn it." Faye dropped her gun and walked back to her room, ready for a nap. "Where are you going! Hey, you can't just leave me here with this attached to me and a mess in my kitchen! Faye! Faye, get back here! Faye!"
* * * See you Space Cowboy..