Spike yawned and leaned against the wall of the club. He looked around the
club. The jazz player had finished and was packing away his things. When
Rip walked up to the stool. She sat and the lighting on her dimmed. She
looked amazing in her dark blue, long sleeve, v-necked sweater and long,
slinky black pants. Her booted foot tapped as a deep, seductive blues song
came on. It was from the twentieth century, and artist named Sade. Jet,
Spike, and Faye sat at a round table in the center. The joint was nice, no
smoking, fine liquor, classy crowd. Spike saw the wheels turning in Faye's
head on how to swindle the men from their money. A few pockets would be
picked before they left. Rip's thick lashes were feathery and resting on
her cheeks as her low, seductive voice rippled out:
I'm crying everyone's tears
And there inside our private war I died the night before And all these remnants of joy And disaster What am I supposed to do?
I want to cook you a soup that warms the soul But nothing would change Nothing would change at all It's just a day that brings it all about Just another day Nothing's any good
D.j.'s playin that same ol' song I have so much to do I have to carry on I wonder if this grief will ever let me go I feel like I am the King Of Sorrow Yeah, yeah, yeah The King of Sorrow..
I suppose I could Just walk away Will I disappoint my future if I stay It's just a day that brings it all about Just another day Nothing's any good
D.j.'s playin that same ol' song Oh. I have so much to do I have to carry on I wonder: will this grief ever be gone Will it ever go
I'm the King of sorrow Yeah, yeah, yeah The King of Sorrow.. Oho. The King of Sorrow Yeah, yeah The King of sorrow. Oho.
The reverb of the instruments backed the feeling her voice conveyed. "Damn, she's good." Spike nodded. Jet looked down. "That's genuine feeling in her Spike." "I know." The music slid from deep blues to the piano. The song was soft and high pitched, flowing in a total different tune from her piece. The contrast was wide, but the feeling was the same.
I was heaven sent. Traded for the words I swore that Every piece of me would still belong Forever and a day To someone who cared Whatever there may be. Ever there may be
You came along. Now I'm going all against the Promises that I made, and here I am Falling for your love. Or am I lost in heaven I don't know any more Don't know any more
Judgment will be made On a Sacred day Hiding in the snow, he's prying me.
"Toys if you've been good Knives if you have not" Better steal a kiss 'fore I'll be gone
I'll be gone.
Judgment will be made On a Christmas day Hiding in the snow, he's prying me
"Toys if you've been good Knives if you have not" Better steal a kiss 'fore I'll be gone I'll be gone.
The power of her voice touched the Bebop crew and Faye was the first to speak, "Wow." "Yeah. What was that one called?" "Kissing the Christmas Killer." "Mmm." Rip stepped down once the applause was finished. She smiled and graciously accepted. She shook her honey hair away from her face and moved toward the table she saw Spike at. "She sure is pretty." "She's beyond pretty, Jet. She's gorgeous."
Rip's long legs carried her toward Spike. A man grabbed her arm as she passed and she halted, unmoving. "Hey baby, I'll buy you a drink, come sit with us." Rip declined gently, "No thank you, sir." His hand gripped her arm angrily, "What the hell?" Before he knew what happened Rip Tide had twisted his wrist to an impossible angle without breaking it. He whimpered in pain. Another centimeter and it would be snapped cleanly. "I said no thank you." Rip Tide release him simply and strode to the table.
Jet had been half out of his seat ready to rescue the woman, until he saw her cool, calm face while she nearly snapped the man's wrist. She could handle herself. "You have to remember the people we're dealing with Jet." "Yeah, yeah." A brown haired waitress hustled up and smiled, "Hey, Rip, what you want?" "Scotch." "And the rest of you?" "Whiskey." "Scotch." "Same, please." The girl smiled and winked at Jet. With that she was gone.
Rip sat gracefully across from Faye. "Wow, Corra doesn't act like that with many guys, she must really like you. She's a great judge of character." "Hn, how old is she? Twenty-three?" "Try thirty-three in two weeks." "You're kidding?!" "Nope. Fooled ya, didn't she? She's damn cute as a button." Jet began to look slightly interested. "You sing beautifully. I'm Faye Valentine, by the way." Rip shook hands with Faye and smiled, "Call me Rip." Faye smiled in return. Jet raised a hand, "Jet Black." "Nice to meet you, Jet. I'm Rip." He nodded. Faye chuckled, "And I suppose you and Lunk head are well acquainted?" Spike snorted, "Bitch." He was met with a sharp kick to the shin and grunted. Faye smiled. Rip chuckled softly. "Damn women, too much trouble."
"I agree." He turned to see the waitress holding their drinks on a tray. She smiled at him and he cleared his throat, blushing. "Thanks, Corra. This is Jet, and Faye." Corra nodded and set down their drinks. "How ya been, Cor?" "I'm doin fine Spike-o. Good to see you alive." Faye raised a brow but Rip just smiled. "Mr. Black, can I talk to you for a moment?" He nodded and stood, following the 5'4" woman. Rip laughed and took a sip of her liquor. "She's impatient, she'll ask him out." Spike laughed deeply, "He's gonna get a wake up call. He's not used to assertive women." "So how do you know Corra, Spike?" "She's a syndicate sharp-shooter." "Was," Spike hissed.
Rip Tide's eyes flared, "Except for you, there is no such things as was with the Syndicate. Don't play the game Spike, Corra and I are stuck." "Vicious is gone, Rip, he can't hold you anymore." "Let's not discuss it, Spike. Believe me, you don't want to continue this now." Jet walked back, a bewildered look on his face. Faye laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "I have a date. I'm taking her out to dinner for her birthday." "How did that happen?" "Hell is I know, that woman could charm a snake." Rip smiled, "Not the kind of woman you're used to?"
"Hell no.." Spike smiled and leaned back in his seat. Rip Tide went stiff and he raised a brow. "Rip?" "Get out of here, now Spike." "What?" "He's here. Go.they can't know you're alive." Faye and Jet were already pulling on the lanky form, "Come on, Spike, we have to get out of here." Corra was already in the door to the kitchen. She waved them on. "Corra will get you out of here, don't worry." "What about you?" "I'll be fine, go!" They three moved forward. They saw Corra pull out a semi automatic from her thigh strap. Spike turned just to see the action begin. The huge, dark man was thrown against the wall and screams erupted, followed by running customers. Jet went first, and Faye held the back. Spike watched as Rip was flipped into a table and it shattered beneath the force. Her leg came up and snapped him in the jaw, only to have her grabbed and launched into another table. "Get 'em, Rip." Spike saw her throw the man into a glass frame and turned. He and Faye rushed out.
"Thank you so much, Corra." She smiled and winked at Jet, "Not a problem. Go now, we'll handle it. Take care, Spike." "You too." "Don't worry, I have a date to live for." Jet blushed and they fumbled out the door. Corra said a prayer and rushed to the commotion, firing three rounds. The assassin was up and running out the door. Rip flashed a smile, "I got him, Cor." Corra nodded and watched her best friend race after the dark assassin.
Rip launched herself into him, tackling him down. Rip pushed her slight weight into a way to hold him down, hit a pressure point, and rendered him immobile, though he could still feel. "Who sent you." No answer. Rip gripped his arm and shifted, she tugged unmercifully, knowing full well it was hurting him badly. "Who sent you? If you don't tell me, you'll be sorry." Rip could hear faint sirens, she had to move fast. She used her inertia and pulled. A sickly ripping sound filled the air as she tore his arm from socket and body. He howled in pain. Rip smacked him with his own bloody limb. "Who sent you!?"
"I did, Rip dear." Rip Tide froze, her hair falling into her face. Her lower lip began to tremble. "It can't be.." "Oh but it is." Rip was lifted and the assassin's head sliced clean off. Blood sluiced everywhere. "Vicious." She finally raised her eyes to meet the madman's face. Deeply scarred, and barely there. His eyes were filled with insanity. "No." No, no, no! It can't be!! His sticky, wet mouth came down on hers, "It's me, my darling.."
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I'm crying everyone's tears
And there inside our private war I died the night before And all these remnants of joy And disaster What am I supposed to do?
I want to cook you a soup that warms the soul But nothing would change Nothing would change at all It's just a day that brings it all about Just another day Nothing's any good
D.j.'s playin that same ol' song I have so much to do I have to carry on I wonder if this grief will ever let me go I feel like I am the King Of Sorrow Yeah, yeah, yeah The King of Sorrow..
I suppose I could Just walk away Will I disappoint my future if I stay It's just a day that brings it all about Just another day Nothing's any good
D.j.'s playin that same ol' song Oh. I have so much to do I have to carry on I wonder: will this grief ever be gone Will it ever go
I'm the King of sorrow Yeah, yeah, yeah The King of Sorrow.. Oho. The King of Sorrow Yeah, yeah The King of sorrow. Oho.
The reverb of the instruments backed the feeling her voice conveyed. "Damn, she's good." Spike nodded. Jet looked down. "That's genuine feeling in her Spike." "I know." The music slid from deep blues to the piano. The song was soft and high pitched, flowing in a total different tune from her piece. The contrast was wide, but the feeling was the same.
I was heaven sent. Traded for the words I swore that Every piece of me would still belong Forever and a day To someone who cared Whatever there may be. Ever there may be
You came along. Now I'm going all against the Promises that I made, and here I am Falling for your love. Or am I lost in heaven I don't know any more Don't know any more
Judgment will be made On a Sacred day Hiding in the snow, he's prying me.
"Toys if you've been good Knives if you have not" Better steal a kiss 'fore I'll be gone
I'll be gone.
Judgment will be made On a Christmas day Hiding in the snow, he's prying me
"Toys if you've been good Knives if you have not" Better steal a kiss 'fore I'll be gone I'll be gone.
The power of her voice touched the Bebop crew and Faye was the first to speak, "Wow." "Yeah. What was that one called?" "Kissing the Christmas Killer." "Mmm." Rip stepped down once the applause was finished. She smiled and graciously accepted. She shook her honey hair away from her face and moved toward the table she saw Spike at. "She sure is pretty." "She's beyond pretty, Jet. She's gorgeous."
Rip's long legs carried her toward Spike. A man grabbed her arm as she passed and she halted, unmoving. "Hey baby, I'll buy you a drink, come sit with us." Rip declined gently, "No thank you, sir." His hand gripped her arm angrily, "What the hell?" Before he knew what happened Rip Tide had twisted his wrist to an impossible angle without breaking it. He whimpered in pain. Another centimeter and it would be snapped cleanly. "I said no thank you." Rip Tide release him simply and strode to the table.
Jet had been half out of his seat ready to rescue the woman, until he saw her cool, calm face while she nearly snapped the man's wrist. She could handle herself. "You have to remember the people we're dealing with Jet." "Yeah, yeah." A brown haired waitress hustled up and smiled, "Hey, Rip, what you want?" "Scotch." "And the rest of you?" "Whiskey." "Scotch." "Same, please." The girl smiled and winked at Jet. With that she was gone.
Rip sat gracefully across from Faye. "Wow, Corra doesn't act like that with many guys, she must really like you. She's a great judge of character." "Hn, how old is she? Twenty-three?" "Try thirty-three in two weeks." "You're kidding?!" "Nope. Fooled ya, didn't she? She's damn cute as a button." Jet began to look slightly interested. "You sing beautifully. I'm Faye Valentine, by the way." Rip shook hands with Faye and smiled, "Call me Rip." Faye smiled in return. Jet raised a hand, "Jet Black." "Nice to meet you, Jet. I'm Rip." He nodded. Faye chuckled, "And I suppose you and Lunk head are well acquainted?" Spike snorted, "Bitch." He was met with a sharp kick to the shin and grunted. Faye smiled. Rip chuckled softly. "Damn women, too much trouble."
"I agree." He turned to see the waitress holding their drinks on a tray. She smiled at him and he cleared his throat, blushing. "Thanks, Corra. This is Jet, and Faye." Corra nodded and set down their drinks. "How ya been, Cor?" "I'm doin fine Spike-o. Good to see you alive." Faye raised a brow but Rip just smiled. "Mr. Black, can I talk to you for a moment?" He nodded and stood, following the 5'4" woman. Rip laughed and took a sip of her liquor. "She's impatient, she'll ask him out." Spike laughed deeply, "He's gonna get a wake up call. He's not used to assertive women." "So how do you know Corra, Spike?" "She's a syndicate sharp-shooter." "Was," Spike hissed.
Rip Tide's eyes flared, "Except for you, there is no such things as was with the Syndicate. Don't play the game Spike, Corra and I are stuck." "Vicious is gone, Rip, he can't hold you anymore." "Let's not discuss it, Spike. Believe me, you don't want to continue this now." Jet walked back, a bewildered look on his face. Faye laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "I have a date. I'm taking her out to dinner for her birthday." "How did that happen?" "Hell is I know, that woman could charm a snake." Rip smiled, "Not the kind of woman you're used to?"
"Hell no.." Spike smiled and leaned back in his seat. Rip Tide went stiff and he raised a brow. "Rip?" "Get out of here, now Spike." "What?" "He's here. Go.they can't know you're alive." Faye and Jet were already pulling on the lanky form, "Come on, Spike, we have to get out of here." Corra was already in the door to the kitchen. She waved them on. "Corra will get you out of here, don't worry." "What about you?" "I'll be fine, go!" They three moved forward. They saw Corra pull out a semi automatic from her thigh strap. Spike turned just to see the action begin. The huge, dark man was thrown against the wall and screams erupted, followed by running customers. Jet went first, and Faye held the back. Spike watched as Rip was flipped into a table and it shattered beneath the force. Her leg came up and snapped him in the jaw, only to have her grabbed and launched into another table. "Get 'em, Rip." Spike saw her throw the man into a glass frame and turned. He and Faye rushed out.
"Thank you so much, Corra." She smiled and winked at Jet, "Not a problem. Go now, we'll handle it. Take care, Spike." "You too." "Don't worry, I have a date to live for." Jet blushed and they fumbled out the door. Corra said a prayer and rushed to the commotion, firing three rounds. The assassin was up and running out the door. Rip flashed a smile, "I got him, Cor." Corra nodded and watched her best friend race after the dark assassin.
Rip launched herself into him, tackling him down. Rip pushed her slight weight into a way to hold him down, hit a pressure point, and rendered him immobile, though he could still feel. "Who sent you." No answer. Rip gripped his arm and shifted, she tugged unmercifully, knowing full well it was hurting him badly. "Who sent you? If you don't tell me, you'll be sorry." Rip could hear faint sirens, she had to move fast. She used her inertia and pulled. A sickly ripping sound filled the air as she tore his arm from socket and body. He howled in pain. Rip smacked him with his own bloody limb. "Who sent you!?"
"I did, Rip dear." Rip Tide froze, her hair falling into her face. Her lower lip began to tremble. "It can't be.." "Oh but it is." Rip was lifted and the assassin's head sliced clean off. Blood sluiced everywhere. "Vicious." She finally raised her eyes to meet the madman's face. Deeply scarred, and barely there. His eyes were filled with insanity. "No." No, no, no! It can't be!! His sticky, wet mouth came down on hers, "It's me, my darling.."
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