Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun or Spike. They are both own by their
respected companies. I do own myself.
~*~*~
"Don't you ever stop whining?"
"No! I can bitch, whine, moan, and complain all I want. Jeeze, who ever were smart enough to drop us in the middle of a dessert on an alien planet, wasn't very smart at all." Dara said as she shifted her backpack a little.
"You're telling me." Spike answered as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Hopefully we can get to a town soon. I think whatever supply of water we have is almost gone. Hmmmm..." Dara tilts her head to the side and looks off into the distance.
"Hmmm, what is it?" Spike asks as he leans back and looks over her shoulder.
"I thought I saw something out there. Maybe I'm seeing things. Don't you see anything out there?"
"No not really."
"Well, okay then." She was about to turn around and follow him again, when she caught something in her sight, again. "I think we should go over there."
"Why?"
"Because I can see something over there."
"Whatever." He turns and soon is following Dara as she walked after her "sighting".
~*~*~
"A windmill! This is great!" Dara screamed as she jumped up and down.
"What is so great about a windmill?" Spike asked as he slumped down.
"Well, windmills are sometimes used to create electricity." Dara answered as she removed her shirt from her head and put it in the backpack with her vest. All she had on now was a black sports bra.
"Tell me something I don't know." Spike had now had gotten used to the fact she was running around in her bra.
"Well, windmills are sometimes used to pump water up. So, if we keep going this way I'm sure we can come across a town. Hopefully something to eat."
"About time you said something, worth listening."
"Hey, that was rude. You act more like a child than I do."
"At least I'm not a child." He answered back as he began to walk away.
"I'm not a child, though. I'm 19 years old."
"Huh?" He looks back at her in amazement. "I've got to be joking, right?"
"No, I'm really 19 years old. Let me guess. You thought I was 14?"
"Yeah, how did you guess that?"
Dara smiles and shakes her head. "I used to get that a lot. It doesn't help though I act like one."
"Yeah, I kind of guessed that." Spike sighed and shook his head.
"Hey, Spike, look. I was right after all."
"Huh," Spike looks up and sees a dusty brown colored town. "Well then, we'll have to go to the nearest place to get some food and something to drink."
Dara took off running, but Spike soon shot past her. "Jeeze, I wish I could run like that. Well, I guess I will be able too soon. Hanging out with him will probably get me more into shape." Dara finally caught up to Spike into the Saloon.
"What took you so long?"
Panting, Dara finally responded. "I'm not in top physical condition, like you."
"Well, do you have any money? It seems that they don't take Wolongs here."
"Okay then, I can try." Dara walks up to the bar and waits for the bartender to come over. She pulls a few bucks from her back pocket and places it on the bar. "What can I get for this?"
"That? Absolutely nothing! We don't take those weird curacies. Just like that other guy's there." He answers by pointing over to Spike.
"Well, what do you take?"
"Nothing but Double Dollars here."
"Double Dollars?"
"Yes, Double Dollars."
"Um okay, thanks then." Dara goes over to where Spike was sitting and sits in the chair across from him. "It seems they don't take my money either. I have Dollars, but they take something called Double Dollars."
"Great!" Spike sighed. "We're hungry and thirsty, now we are broke on this planet."
Dara sits there for a couple of minutes then gets up. "I think I have an idea!"
"And what would that be?"
"It's for me to know and you to find out."
~*~*~
"Don't you ever stop whining?"
"No! I can bitch, whine, moan, and complain all I want. Jeeze, who ever were smart enough to drop us in the middle of a dessert on an alien planet, wasn't very smart at all." Dara said as she shifted her backpack a little.
"You're telling me." Spike answered as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Hopefully we can get to a town soon. I think whatever supply of water we have is almost gone. Hmmmm..." Dara tilts her head to the side and looks off into the distance.
"Hmmm, what is it?" Spike asks as he leans back and looks over her shoulder.
"I thought I saw something out there. Maybe I'm seeing things. Don't you see anything out there?"
"No not really."
"Well, okay then." She was about to turn around and follow him again, when she caught something in her sight, again. "I think we should go over there."
"Why?"
"Because I can see something over there."
"Whatever." He turns and soon is following Dara as she walked after her "sighting".
~*~*~
"A windmill! This is great!" Dara screamed as she jumped up and down.
"What is so great about a windmill?" Spike asked as he slumped down.
"Well, windmills are sometimes used to create electricity." Dara answered as she removed her shirt from her head and put it in the backpack with her vest. All she had on now was a black sports bra.
"Tell me something I don't know." Spike had now had gotten used to the fact she was running around in her bra.
"Well, windmills are sometimes used to pump water up. So, if we keep going this way I'm sure we can come across a town. Hopefully something to eat."
"About time you said something, worth listening."
"Hey, that was rude. You act more like a child than I do."
"At least I'm not a child." He answered back as he began to walk away.
"I'm not a child, though. I'm 19 years old."
"Huh?" He looks back at her in amazement. "I've got to be joking, right?"
"No, I'm really 19 years old. Let me guess. You thought I was 14?"
"Yeah, how did you guess that?"
Dara smiles and shakes her head. "I used to get that a lot. It doesn't help though I act like one."
"Yeah, I kind of guessed that." Spike sighed and shook his head.
"Hey, Spike, look. I was right after all."
"Huh," Spike looks up and sees a dusty brown colored town. "Well then, we'll have to go to the nearest place to get some food and something to drink."
Dara took off running, but Spike soon shot past her. "Jeeze, I wish I could run like that. Well, I guess I will be able too soon. Hanging out with him will probably get me more into shape." Dara finally caught up to Spike into the Saloon.
"What took you so long?"
Panting, Dara finally responded. "I'm not in top physical condition, like you."
"Well, do you have any money? It seems that they don't take Wolongs here."
"Okay then, I can try." Dara walks up to the bar and waits for the bartender to come over. She pulls a few bucks from her back pocket and places it on the bar. "What can I get for this?"
"That? Absolutely nothing! We don't take those weird curacies. Just like that other guy's there." He answers by pointing over to Spike.
"Well, what do you take?"
"Nothing but Double Dollars here."
"Double Dollars?"
"Yes, Double Dollars."
"Um okay, thanks then." Dara goes over to where Spike was sitting and sits in the chair across from him. "It seems they don't take my money either. I have Dollars, but they take something called Double Dollars."
"Great!" Spike sighed. "We're hungry and thirsty, now we are broke on this planet."
Dara sits there for a couple of minutes then gets up. "I think I have an idea!"
"And what would that be?"
"It's for me to know and you to find out."