I never have and I never will own cowboy bebop; just the commercialized merchandise sold on ebay.
I've been waiting to use this song!! I've always loved this song!! This chapter is a tad bit dark. Not dark enough to ruin the comedy, but still dark. Let's face it, Spike can't always be a happy little troll, can he? No he can't. I think that would ruin his character if he all of a sudden became all happy and stuff. That and the story jumps around a bit. It will all work out in the end though. You'll see. Thanks to all of you that have stuck with me so far. This is the first time that I have ever written anything aside from a book report in middle school. So if it's gimpy, please forgive me. I'm trying my best.
Song credits for Everybody Knows go to Leonard Cohen.
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
The last two months went by at an agonizingly slow pace. Once landing on mars, Spike and Jet went back to business as usual. After only a few weeks the bounties stopped coming in, making life extremely boring if you were a cowboy. It was like all the crime in the universe had suddenly stopped. One would think that would be considered a good thing. You know universal peace and love and all that shit. But if you relied on people fucking up so that you could hunt them down like dogs and exchange them for money, it was a bad situation. This was just one of the downfalls to being self employed. That and health insurance. The two bachelors spent most of their time on the deserted ship, bored out of their minds. Jet had trimmed every bonsai he owned, twice. Spike rotated between sleeping, smoking , whining and shitting. It was actually nothing new from his ordinary routine when they had money when it came down to it. But there was still that unnerving silence on the ship that made both of them cringe. They noticed that they both were making a lot more noise than they used to. To compensate for the lack of the girls it seemed. Neither one of them would admit to the other one that that's what they were doing. But each one knew that the other one was doing it for the same reason. It was sort of an unspoken fact.
The younger of the dynamic duo was currently riding the pity parade to the toilet. Walking into the small room with a rolled up magazine in hand, a sigh exiting his lips before turning to shut the door behind him. After locking the door and getting himself into position, he took a moment to think. His life sucked so much at the moment. Here he sat, the great Spike Spiegel, bounty hunter extraordinaire in a dirty toilet of an old fishing trawler with an ex cop who talked to a dog and clipped bonsai trees. Broke, hungry and bored with no one to talk to. Spike was still at odds with Mr. Fan. They had not spoken since that fateful night when Mr. Fan let it slip in a not so subtle way his feelings towards Julia. It was tragic. First his dog had deserted him and now his fan. Life was so cruel. So cruel that it let him get used to the fact that they had a woman on the ship. Even in doing what he had wanted her to do all along, which was leave, Faye was still pissing him off. By leaving. He had no one to steal dope off of, no one to pester and most importantly he had no new Victoria's Secret catalogue. Unrolling a three month old copy that was in his left hand he shifted his gaze downward, his eyes panned over the worn cover. He had looked at every picture at least five times. He needed some new material. 'Fucking Faye', he wouldn't need any material if he had Julia. 'Julia', just where the fuck was Julia anyway? Spike threw the magazine to the floor, finished his business and flushed the toilet. After exiting the toilet he headed towards his room, a errant scrap of bathroom tissue clinging to the bottom of his shoe. Spike had been spending a lot of time in his room lately. Partly because he did not want to see Mr. Fan. But mostly to think in peace.
Everybody knows the fight is fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Since the departure of Faye he had a lot more thoughts of Julia. It wasn't that he thought of Faye the same way he thought of Julia. They had nothing to do with each other. Just when Faye was on the ship he was distracted enough not to think about the bad stuff. If things had been a little different or maybe if they had a little more time, then he and Faye could have been drinking buddies or some shit like that. There was definitely a potential friendship to be had with the purple haired shrew. It was just very hard for both of them to admit that there really wasn't any reason not to be friends. ' Then she goes and pulls a stunt like this'. Just like Julia had, Faye took off. But it wasn't the same. Not to mention the fact that he had never felt that way about her. He couldn't, he had his Julia, he needed no one else. Besides, Faye and Julia were definitely polar opposites. Julia had class, Faye had brass balls. They weren't necessarily a bad thing, just that he was a tad bit old fashioned. When you were an old fashioned type of guy, you liked an old fashioned type of woman.
The kind that needed you to protect them and stuff. He wasn't a sexist or anything, he didn't expect a woman to walk three steps behind him. Just not to be so damn independent. That and he was a strong believer in the 'leave it to the imagination' dress sense. Faye did not posses that particular sense, she was a firm believer in the 'flaunt it if you got it ' dress sense. Or maybe even the 'let it all hang out' dress sense. He wouldn't go so far as to say she had the 'slut complex' dress sense, she never had brought any guys back to the ship as far as he knew. She also never tried anything with him or Jet. In fact, in the last major fight it was brought up by Faye herself that she hadn't tried anything. Well, it had been a little deeper than that, she had actually said it a little different. Spike had been picking on her, again, somewhere in the childish banter that was tossed from side to side the subject of Julia was brought up. Things always took a turn for the worse when that subject came up for debate, especially when it was brought up by Faye. When the green afro'd night in shining tacky blue suit had stood up to defend his fair maiden he spat out an insult that had something to do with Faye never being able to compare to Julia. Before Jet could intervene, Faye let out with something along the lines of, 'of course I won't, I don't intend on sexing up you and then moving on to Jet' or something like that. Of course you know what happened next.
Spike blew a fuse, surprise, then threw the coffee table at Faye. It narrowly missed her of course, but that wasn't the point. The point was that she really needed to shut her mouth when it came to all things that pertained to Julia. Man she could get him so worked up. She would just not stop until he got violent. But then again, he did the same to her. They seemed to both lash out verbally and then physically when they emotionally got hurt. Faye had really hurt Spike with that last comment about Julia too. 'That fucking bitch'. Unfortunately, what hurt Spike even more was the fact that it was true. He knew that the relationship with Julia was a bad one. The whole time he knew that Vicious had done nothing to deserve it. To top it all off, she didn't even want to come with him in the end. After all that shit he went through, she fucking never showed up on that rainy day. He stood out there for over six hours. But then again, he didn't know why she hadn't come. Something could have happened to her on the way to the cemetery. The lanky figured cowboy stopped in front of his bedroom door. Like maybe she had been crossing the street and a runaway bus could have hit her and in the collision she could have lost her purse. Then when they brought her in for the emergency plastic surgery to fix her face from the accident, they wouldn't have known who she was. So subsequently when she woke up she had amnesia and didn't remember him, no one could tell her who she was or that he existed and was waiting for her in a run down cemetery in the rain.
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got that broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Technically she could be out there somewhere wandering the solar system clueless to Spike's existence. 'As if', ok that was a little far fetched. But it could've happened. Even though he knew that it didn't. If it did then she wouldn't be able to have told that weird tranny guy Gren all about him. Why the hell did she prefer the company of a cross dressing ex-con to him? Did they ever sleep together? Had she slept with anyone else since that last night they spent together three years ago? Where the hell was she now? If the syndicate had gotten her, then he would have known. Vicious would have gloated and rubbed it in Spike's face when he had seen him. So she could be just waiting out there for the right time to reunite with Spike. She may have thought that Callisto would've been a good place until she found out that Gren had dealings with Vicious, then she may have left to scope out yet another safe refuge to stage a romantic reunion. Or then again she could be on a tropical island with over one hundred sexy, well built men tending to her every need. Spike cringed at that one. 'Man I'm loosing it', he rubbed his temples to make the bad thoughts go away. These were the things that he didn't want to think about on a daily basis. Especially when they were thoughts of how your girlfriend might have been hit by a bus, she might be living with a transvestite hermaphrodite, or killed by a syndicate. Or even worse, if she just didn't love you enough to give up everything like you had and decided to take off to greener pastures for a life filled with a herd of male super model sex slaves. Spike didn't like these thoughts at all. He pushed the open button and stepped into the dark abyss that doubled as his room. His room, his sanctuary. Actually it was a pit of despair and a dumpster all piled into one. He had never been very tidy, aside from his appearance. Even then that left room for argument. Mainly his hair and tie did him in. The tie, well yeah, he could try and keep it straight. But the hair, it had a mind of it's own. He couldn't help genetics. Besides he thought his hair looked quite cool the way that it was. That was his trademark. There were probably guys paying tons of woolongs to get hair even close to his. ' Yeah, you keep telling yourself that Spike'.
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows
After plopping down on his bed, he turned to look at the clock that sat on his dresser. Seeing that it had stopped sometime since this morning, the flashing 12:00 tipped him off, his gaze then moved to a picture in a small silver frame that sat next to the defunct clock. With a great deal of effort, he kicked his left foot out and into the dresser. The picture sailed through the air and into Spike's right hand. He wiped the dust off of it with his jacket sleeve. It was a picture of Julia and himself. Vicious had once been in the picture as well. Since then he had been cut off and burned. Sometimes he could be worse than a teenage girl. A long slender finger ran across the glass in a gentle stroke. Coming to rest right over Julia's face. Spike almost could have stared a hole in that picture. His gaze was intense as he fought with a plethora of emotions. Emotions really didn't agree with Spike. It wasn't his fault, he gave it an honest attempt, but they just couldn't manage to see eye to eye. So in times like these he wasn't someone that you wanted to be around. Not if you valued your sanity or even sometimes your physical well being. Every time Faye brought up Julia, whenever she had to push those buttons despite the verbal warnings to cease and desist all her actions. When the breaking point was met, of course Spike turned into a mushroom cloud laying mother fucker. Mother fucker. But no matter how many times the green haired man went postal, after several close encounters almost resulting in her bodily harm, Faye always lived for the moment to do it again. I mean he could really kick Faye's ass too. No question.
But despite her size, Faye could still inflict some pain.' Like I said before' he put the picture down on the mattress next to him, ' she's got brass balls'. Reaching his hand into his jacket, he pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. Noting that it was almost empty, he then pulled one out and placed the pack back into his inside pocket. Digging through his pants pocket while laying on his back, his hand found purchase on a silver Zippo. After lighting another nail for his coffin, the lighter made it back into the pocket from which it had come. Exhaling the cancerous smoke in the direction of the ceiling from the corner of his mouth, Spike began to contemplate whether or not he could kick Jet's ass. Even though his ego told his mind that he was the living reincarnate of Bruce Lee, Jet was just plain big. Plus his older partner had the advantage, unlike bounties, of knowing Spike's fighting abilities. The former cop knew his weak points, though rare he still knew them. Even though he usually just pushed the lanky man in the direction of trouble and told him to sick em', it didn't mean that he couldn't kick some ass. He had a fake arm for Christ sakes. A hydraulic powered fake arm. Made with the same shit that a trash compacter was. Spike had a fake eye, but it didn't give him any added physical strength. Jet's arm could crush a hell of a lot harder than Spike's ever could. Not to mention he felt no pain in it. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it could probably punch just as good as it crushed. Wondering if he could kick Jet's ass in a fight was just plain wrong, but it was one of those things that you just thought about from time to time. You'd be all by yourself and wonder if you ever got into a fight with him, who would win? He had thought that Ed's dad would drop like a lead balloon. Look how that turned out. Vicious was an iffy opponent as well. He had all of the advantages that Jet had. Although he didn't feel wrong for wondering if he could really kill Vicious if the time came, he felt more regret that it had come down to that. Especially over a woman. The two of them were at one time inseparable. Now they were out for each others blood. All because of Julia.
Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people that you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
Technically, Spike was the one at fault for that one. She was with his best friend first. Then she was with the both of them. He hated it when he thought about that. The fact that he was sharing the love of his life with his best friend behind his back made his stomach drop. What made it worse was that a good part of the syndicate knew it. That same portion also talked about how Spike hadn't been the first and only man that she had been with while seeing Vicious. Those accusations made him furious. Mainly because after time he began to believe them. It was bad to think about the fact that you were getting sloppy seconds, but to have to think about the fact that you might have been getting sloppy fifths was even worse. Not to mention having to come to the realization that if she did it to Vicious, then she would probably do it to you wasn't exactly comforting either. Now throw into the mix the tropical island full of hunky male sex slaves theory and you'll see why Spike acts the way that he does. All of the time that had passed since he had asked her to run away with him, made him think. Think about all of the instances when her stories didn't add up. She wasn't here with him now. He sat up and tried to shake the thoughts from his head. That's why he hated to think. It just hurt too much. If he didn't think then his view of Julia would remain pure and untarnished. This way was much more soothing. But at the back of his mind, locked in a trunk, were the thoughts that knew that it was true. Every time Faye picked the lock on the trunk with her big mouth, the thoughts would have a field day in his brain. In turn they would set off a chain reaction that would jump start his eye, then proceed to activate his fists. It was all very precise. Spike was a finely oiled machine. He just liked to stay in energy saver mode most of the time. Hence the Shaggy from Scooby Doo façade that he normally displayed. If the mood was right, then he could turn from Shaggy into the Incredible Hulk in a matter of seconds. It was pure magic. Zoiks!
Turning his attention to the nightstand located to the left of his bed, he rifled through a pile of papers and empty cigarette cartons in search of his elusive ash tray. Said ash tray was found teetering precariously off the edge of the back of the nightstand. One false move and it was going over, behind the small wooden piece of furniture and into no man's land. Spike grabbed the ceramic butt receptacle before a tragedy could occur and placed it on the bed. He then proceeded to ash his cig into the small round dish. This was the highlight of his night. Sitting on his bed, smoking and staring at the wall. Actually, this was the highlight of his night for the past three weeks. 'Pretty pathetic Spike'. He just couldn't fathom why he wasn't getting up and finding something to do. I mean he could easily go to a casino and make some money. The fact that he didn't have any money had never stopped him before. He could work the tables just as good as Faye. But no, he chose to sit on the run down ship and feel sorry for himself instead. Things had to change and they needed to change fast. At this rate Spike might start talking to the dog himself. He sure wasn't going to be talking to that traitor Mr. Fan. It was all a conspiracy. Faye, Ed, Ein and Mr. Fan were all in cahoots with each other. Before his overactive brain could finish it's tangent, Jet's voice could be heard bellowing through the halls of the ship. 'You know that's what we have an intercom for Jet', the green haired man thought to himself as he sat upright and stretched.
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Slowly but surely, Spike made his way to the common room. It couldn't have been that important if Jet didn't come and get him himself. 'Probably wants to show me a new trick that he taught Olivia' The cynical man quipped to himself. That's how eventful life had become. As the younger man made his way through the hatch that led into the common room he noticed that the dog was asleep on the floor and Jet was using the computer. A small wave of relief washed over Spike as he realized that the gods had saved him from watching another stupid pet trick be performed. Casually he walked over to his partner to see what he had wanted. "What's up ?" he asked as he leaned over Jet's shoulder to see what he was working on. " Got a bounty for us!", the older man quipped, "A big one too". The lankier of the two let out a small chuckle then asked, "exactly how big?". Jet looked over his shoulder at Spike and smiled, "twenty five million woolongs big". Spike raised an eyebrow and let out a evil grin. If it was that big then it had to be something good. It had to be a challenge, he loved a challenge. It was just what he needed to get his head back together. Well, at least for the time being.
"What's the scoop?", Spike then found himself absently reaching for his pack of cigarettes. You always needed a cigarette if you were going to engage in heavy thought. " You name it, this guy's done it", the balding man retorted. He then added, "like's to hang out at strip clubs". The smirk on Spike's face grew even larger. There was nothing better than waiting around for a bounty to show up in a strip club. It definitely beat waiting for one in a cold alley in the rain. He lit up his cigarette and turned his attention to the screen in front of him. Mentally reading aloud the words on the screen he tried to get an idea from all of the info they had. 'Gregory Bull, wanted for drug trafficking, operating a crystal meth lab, illegal running of a salvage facility, cocaine possession and grand theft auto….', the list went on. Apparently this guy had done it all. " So where was he last spotted?" the green haired cowboy asked between drags. " He's been hiding out on Earth", Jet paused then finished his sentence, "he's a regular at this one club in a city called Providence." Spike knew that his older comrade would be excited about going back to Earth. It would give him a viable excuse for looking for Faye and Ed. So Earth it would be. The young man ashed his cigarette in Olivia's dish and placed a hand on his partner's shoulder, "Let's get on it then". Jet gave Spike a big smile and said, " We already are".
And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbon and bows
And everybody knows
Five hours later Spike found himself landing in a parking garage on the out skirts of Providence. It would take another hour before he would find the club that the bounty would supposedly show up at. Not in any hurry, the young cowboy meandered through the sea of parked cars in the clubs lot. Making a mental note of most of the cars incase a chase would ensue. That and he was just plain bored. The trip to Earth had been an uneventful one. Jet and himself had spent most of the time trying to formulate a good plan. It would have been a hell of a lot easier if they had had Faye with them. Spike would have had her pose as a stripper and he and Jet as bouncers. That way the guy would have no chance of leaving. Oh well, it was just him out on the field tonight. As he got closer to the brightly painted building the muffled thumps of the music grew louder. Drawing horny men with woolongs burning holes in their pockets to enter it's mirrored doors.
Making his way towards the front of the club he cast a glance at the cars parked in the 'employees only' section about ten feet away from the front of the building. They varied from outrageously flamboyant to ridiculously clapped out. The crowning jewel in the crown of clapped out had to be the one nearest to the door. Spike looked down at the car on his way to the entrance and shook his head. Obviously this had to be the new girls car. So more than likely she would be here the longest in an attempt to make a good amount of money. That's what he was counting on anyway. Scanning the parking lot to make sure that no one was watching , he bent down and hid his gun under the car in front of the rear tire. The bouncer's at the door had portable metal detectors on them, so Spike knew that he wouldn't have a chance getting his Jericho by them. He was counting on the fact that the bounty wouldn't come quietly. This way he could grab his gun while in pursuit of the bounty head. That was his plan anyway. Once he was sure that he had not been spotted, he stood up and casually walked over to the front entrance. As presumed the bouncers both ran a small portable metal detector up and down Spike's body in search of any weapons. Once the sweep was complete they allowed him passage.
And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
After only five minutes inside of 'EARTH GIRLS ARE EASY' Spike got the general gist of the theme. It was set up like an old earth 'gentlemen's club'. Scantily clad girls with fake tits were dancing on tables and laps. Music that was as old as Faye blaring at a volume that just bordered tolerable. Black lights dimly lit the room. The stage was currently graced with a slightly tall blonde doing the grind on the brass pole that ran from floor to ceiling. 'I wonder if they wash that between dances?'. He was snapped out of his thoughts of strip club hygiene by a bubbly red headed waitress holding a wooden rack full of multi colored test tubes asking him if he wanted a lap shot. Figuring that he was spending Jet's money to catch this bounty, he couldn't see the harm in it. So after receiving three Alabama Slammers from a bikini clad waitress with perky tits, he was ready for action. During the second shot he almost forgot why he was here in the first place. She definitely knew what she was doing. He got up from the small table that he had been sitting at and proceeded to walk over to the bar to get another drink. After receiving his tequila sunrise, he turned to watch the doors for the bounty. Not seeing anyone that came even close to looking like Greg, he turned back to the bar and stared into his drink. The only downfall that he could see to this situation was that he was starting to think of Julia again. He really couldn't shake this feeling of hurt from his mind. He should be all happy and shit being around dozens of naked women and spending his partners petty cash on drinks and lap dances. But he wasn't.
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's going to be a meter above your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows
Too many thoughts were swirling around in his brain at the moment. It was sometimes like this before they had picked up the girls. Back when it was Jet and himself. He would work out in the dark thinking of all the problems with his life. Problems with Julia and Vicious mostly. All of the what ifs would slowly drive him insane. Then when the circus rolled into town he had other things to keep his mind off of those problems. Now he was yet again alone with Jet and slowly sinking in a sea of self pity and denial. He had hoped that a bounty hunt in a strip club would brighten his spirits, instead it was pushing him further down in the hole. But a few more drinks could probably fix that. Gulping down his drink and ordering another Spike decided to watch the door again. Grabbing his second sunrise, he turned himself to face the door once more. Just catching a glimpse of someone who could very well be the bounty as he did so. Sure enough it was Greg. The bounty walked through the crowd and right to a table next to the center stage. The blonde had now been replaced with a girl with pink hair and way too many tattoos. One or two were all right, but he didn't know whether to watch her dance or to read her.
Regardless of what he thought of the entertainment, Greg seemed to be enjoying her just fine. He had already deposited several hundred woolongs into her garter. A whole herd of girls clung to him like flies to shit. Even the blonde from before was sitting in his lap and rubbing his short beard. Spike watched his bounty intently. Mostly because the blonde woman reminded him of Julia. She didn't look like her per say, she just had the same build and the same color hair. He chided himself for thinking of things like that. Especially at a time like this. He was working, this wasn't the time or place to revaluate his love life.
And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Spike gulped down his drink and started deciding when to make his move. He would need to wait until the crowd of girls left Greg. Who knew how long that would take. 'Probably when he runs out of money'. Downing his second sunrise he paced the glass down on the bar top with a thud and requested another. The cute blue haired bartender smiled and complied. Making sure to give Spike a wink before handing him his drink. He nodded his head at her and turned back around to keep an eye on Greg. The blonde was now gone and the red head that had given him the lap shots was in her place. Only about five girls remained around Greg. When there was only one or two he would make his move. Scanning around the dimly lit room, he made sure to note the bouncers' posts. One was at the end of the bar, one at the door, two out side of the door and one near the center stage. More than likely they had batons and stun guns in their possession. A baton wasn't too bad, Spike could dodge a hit from a baton. It was the stun guns that made him cringe. Fuck those hurt. The last time he got zapped with one of those, he was incapacitated for over forty five minutes. Not to mention the fact that he had pissed himself.
A change in the music jarred him from his thoughts. The tattooed lady was now gone and the stage was empty. Greg was shooing away the girls that were hanging all over him and giving the stage his full attention. Not to mention the fact that a large number of men were drifting towards the stage in droves as well. Several of the girls that were leaching off of the bounty were now at the bar. The blonde walked up and stood right next to Spike. "Hey shugah" she drawled out in a fake southern accent, "how you doin' tonight? Mmmm". If she hadn't talked, then Spike would have continued to envision her as Julia. But the overly done voice killed it. "I'll be better once I get out of this place", he mustered. The blonde took that as a 'no, I don't want you to talk to me' and walked away from him and to another man a few stools down.
Spike felt pretty low right now, he was comparing a stripper to Julia. It was bad when you compared any girl with the same color hair as your girlfriend to her. It was something love struck morons did. He would have never considered himself a love struck moron. Was he? Would Julia resort to stripping? would she enjoy it? She would have liked the attention. She had posed as an escort one time on a mission. She had enjoyed that role. But that was before she was sleeping with Spike. He started to wonder if she had slept with her target. 'Just stop it!'. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. After rubbing his eyes, he let out a disgruntled sigh and got up to approach Greg.
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows
Pushing his way through the crowd of people, Spike spotted his bounty about five feet away. He was standing up with his left hand full of money. Shaking it in the air in obvious anticipation of the next act. The music started to play and the crowd of guys began to cheer. All the big hitters usually came out around this time. The girls who had made this their career. From the looks of things, this place had some good one's. Spike was inadvertently squished by the riled up group. He lifted his hand up slightly in order to prevent his cigarette from being smashed. That would really piss him off at the moment. You don't smash a tipsy, depressed, suicidal bounty hunter's cigarette in a heated testosterone induced frenzy. You just didn't. Turning himself once again to avoid being crushed, Spike noticed a medium sized digital sign above the dj's booth. It displayed what song they were playing along with what artist was performing it. According to the sign, they were currently listening to 'Zero' by some band called 'the smashing pumpkins'. It had a decent beat to it. This wasn't his type of music, but he could enjoy seeing a over endowed girl take her clothes off to it.
The curtain slowly opened , allowing the crowd to see the silhouette of the dancer on the dimly lit stage. Slowly small spot lights turned on. Gradually illuminating the swaying figure as she did her carnal dance with the brass pole. From what Spike could see she was pretty hot. She was small, but fit. Medium length blonde hair. Nice tits too. He moved closer to the stage. All the while watching Greg out of the corner of his eye. His bounty was currently hanging over the brass railing tempting the dancer with a fist full of woolongs. This chick had to have made at least five thousand woolongs in the past minute and a half. He was definitely in the wrong business. The closer he got, the better the view. As he got within five feet of the stage he stopped dead in his tracks. Staring wide eyed at the stage, mouth agape, Spike's brain slowly came to a crashing halt as recognition dawned on him.
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
I'm starting to get somewhere. Please let me know how I'm doing so far. This is my first story and I'm still learning the ropes. I think that I'm loosening up a little. It hopefully will pick up a little from here on out. I just wanted to give all of the gang their emotional turn. Thanks for reading!
