Spike sat at the bar and switched an egg yolk back and forth between
the two halves of the shell. Once it was just the yolk, he let it slid
down to the bottom of a glass he had. He added a couple of ingredients
that made the people around him a little queasy. He swallowed it down in
one quick gulp. He then sat there for a few minutes listening to the semi-
quietness around him. That's when the annoy voice, at the moment, sounded.
"Spiiiiiiiike! There you are! Remember, we said we would go meet Roy at this time."
"Shhhh!" Spike tried to quiet Dara. "I have a major hangover and you're making it worse."
Dara rolls her eyes at Spike and replies, "Well, you wouldn't have one if you didn't drink yourself sick last night."
"Whatever." Came his reply.
She grabs his arm and pulls him towards the door. Half way there, Dara felt a rude pinch on her butt. She was horrified at that fact. She looks down to find a fat, greasy, drunk guy still holding his hand there. She let's go of Spike and punches the guy in the arm.
"Was that suppose to hurt?" he slurries.
"No," Dara says as she grabs the front of her shirt and leans her head back. "But this is!" She screams as her head flies forward and her arms draw the man closer. The sound of flesh on flesh and bone on bone rang out through the bar. Dara lets go of the drunkard and stands there smiling as he falls over, unconscious. "I have the hardest head around. Let's go, Spike." She grabs his arm again and drags him off. The bartender just keeps wiping at his glass and shakes his head.
~*~*~
Dara finally let go of Spike when she made it in front of Roy's and his brother's doors. Dara gives it a couple of quick raps and the door opens up with a smiling face of Roy. "Come in, come in. I have your stuff ready. I think you'll love it!"
"Oh, thanks!" Dara smiles and walks in, followed by Spike. Dara follows Roy up stairs and she watches as he goes behind the counter.
Roy pulls out two bags, one colored white and the other colored black. "This one," he says as he points to the white one, "is the flasher and this one," now pointing to the black one, "is the screamer." He hands both of the bags to Dara and grins. "Thanks to you my business will defiantly will grow."
"Thank you." Dara smiles and walks off. When she steps outside, she turns towards Spike. "How am I suppose too carry these? They're kind of big, but I want them within reach."
"Don't ask me." Spike mumbles as lights up his first cigarette of the day.
Dara sighs and watches as Spike stood there smoking. Somewhere down the road she catches the guy in the red coat walk out of the inn and somewhere near the bakery. Dara gets a slight grin and grabs Spike. "I have an idea."
"About time." He answers.
"Come on, we have to clear out of the room today. Now is a good time as any." She walks towards their room and Spike follows as usual.
"Sometimes I wonder who's leading who here." Spike says as he takes another drag.
They manage to get to their room and started to pack the few little things that they had out. During this time Dara had set the bags on her bed. Once they were done Dara pulled out a long black coat from her back pack, making the once full looking bag into a completely empty one. She slips it on and then the back pack. She then puts the white bag into the right pocket and the black one in the left pocket. She slips her sunglasses down from the top of her head to in front of her eyes and grins.
"What else do you have in that backpack?" asks Spike.
"Just my attitude t-shirt and my black vest now, well expect for random food making utensils."
"Is that all?"
"Yeah. If I had my duffel bag I would have more stuff, but that's it." Dara seemed a little down on that fact, but she brightens up instantly. "Well, let's get going. We have to get that bounty head, don't we."
Spike notices the sweep of darkness that passed her face and grabs his make shift backpack. "Yeah, let's go."
They walked out of the inn place and headed towards the North-west direction. "From what I heard, Biron Shil was supposed to come this way around this time."
"Maybe we should wait for him here then."
"No need." Dara replies as she looked off into the distance. "Here he comes."
"How can you see him way out there?"
"I just can." Dara replies as her hands reaches into both of her pockets to grab one each of her new toys.
"Come on, let's go meet him." Spike says as he slowly starts to walk forward.
"Right." Dara answers as she begins to follow him. The walk for a short while and stop a couple of feet from a ragged looking man with a tattered cowboy hat on his head. "Hi Ya!" Dara called out to him.
"Is there something that I can help you two with?" The man calls back out.
Spike was about to answer him when Dara spoke up. "No, but maybe we can help you."
"How can you do that?"
"Well, rumor has it that a bounty head named Biron Shil was coming into town today. Everyone is locked up tight with guns pointing out their windows, ready to shoot anything that moves and they sent out a bunch of the town's men wandering around the desert looking for him."
"Is that so?" he asks nervously as he glanced around.
"So, what are you going to do about it, Biron Shil?"
"Well," he starts to say as his hand reaches for his hidden holster, "this!"
Before he could get his gun out Dara throws a screamer and a flasher. Biron dodges them and starts to run to his left, while his gun is out and shooting. "Shit!" Dara screams as she runs and jumps into a ditch.
Spike was lands right next to her, drawing his gun and looks at her. "Next time, we do it my way."
"Fine!" She says as Spike gets up and fires off a few rounds. She pulls out five screamers and five flashers. Spike gets up and fires a few more. "Where was he when you last fired?"
"Huh, why?"
"Just tell me, okay?"
"Okay then, to your right, about six feet."
"Good!" She puts all of them into her right hand and chucks them all up behind her. "Plug your ears!" She shoves her thumbs into her ears and hopes that Spike was doing the same. She watched the light, generated by the flasher, flashed against the sand across from her. She can hear the screamers going off, but she knew she wouldn't go deaf from them. When everything seemed to be done going off, Dara unplugs her ears and peeks up over the edge of the ditch.
"What is he doing?" Spike asks as he glances over at Dara.
"I think he's a little afraid because he can't hear or see." Dara crawls up from the ditch and slowly shuffles her way over towards Biron Shil. He holds his gun straight out and was shaking like crazy. He moves and fire off a bunch of rounds and Dara just barely manages to hit the sand. He stops and she gets back up. She then runs towards him, tackles him to the ground, and tries to wrestle the gun from his hand. He manages to fire a couple off into the distance, but it didn't hit anyone. She bites down hard on his gun wrist, her bottom teeth pressing into the pressure point. Biron screams out and drop his gun. He finally manages to throw Dara off and begins to search for his gun. He finds it, grabs it, and stands up.
Spike was right there, pressing his gun to Biron's head.
"Spiiiiiiiike! There you are! Remember, we said we would go meet Roy at this time."
"Shhhh!" Spike tried to quiet Dara. "I have a major hangover and you're making it worse."
Dara rolls her eyes at Spike and replies, "Well, you wouldn't have one if you didn't drink yourself sick last night."
"Whatever." Came his reply.
She grabs his arm and pulls him towards the door. Half way there, Dara felt a rude pinch on her butt. She was horrified at that fact. She looks down to find a fat, greasy, drunk guy still holding his hand there. She let's go of Spike and punches the guy in the arm.
"Was that suppose to hurt?" he slurries.
"No," Dara says as she grabs the front of her shirt and leans her head back. "But this is!" She screams as her head flies forward and her arms draw the man closer. The sound of flesh on flesh and bone on bone rang out through the bar. Dara lets go of the drunkard and stands there smiling as he falls over, unconscious. "I have the hardest head around. Let's go, Spike." She grabs his arm again and drags him off. The bartender just keeps wiping at his glass and shakes his head.
~*~*~
Dara finally let go of Spike when she made it in front of Roy's and his brother's doors. Dara gives it a couple of quick raps and the door opens up with a smiling face of Roy. "Come in, come in. I have your stuff ready. I think you'll love it!"
"Oh, thanks!" Dara smiles and walks in, followed by Spike. Dara follows Roy up stairs and she watches as he goes behind the counter.
Roy pulls out two bags, one colored white and the other colored black. "This one," he says as he points to the white one, "is the flasher and this one," now pointing to the black one, "is the screamer." He hands both of the bags to Dara and grins. "Thanks to you my business will defiantly will grow."
"Thank you." Dara smiles and walks off. When she steps outside, she turns towards Spike. "How am I suppose too carry these? They're kind of big, but I want them within reach."
"Don't ask me." Spike mumbles as lights up his first cigarette of the day.
Dara sighs and watches as Spike stood there smoking. Somewhere down the road she catches the guy in the red coat walk out of the inn and somewhere near the bakery. Dara gets a slight grin and grabs Spike. "I have an idea."
"About time." He answers.
"Come on, we have to clear out of the room today. Now is a good time as any." She walks towards their room and Spike follows as usual.
"Sometimes I wonder who's leading who here." Spike says as he takes another drag.
They manage to get to their room and started to pack the few little things that they had out. During this time Dara had set the bags on her bed. Once they were done Dara pulled out a long black coat from her back pack, making the once full looking bag into a completely empty one. She slips it on and then the back pack. She then puts the white bag into the right pocket and the black one in the left pocket. She slips her sunglasses down from the top of her head to in front of her eyes and grins.
"What else do you have in that backpack?" asks Spike.
"Just my attitude t-shirt and my black vest now, well expect for random food making utensils."
"Is that all?"
"Yeah. If I had my duffel bag I would have more stuff, but that's it." Dara seemed a little down on that fact, but she brightens up instantly. "Well, let's get going. We have to get that bounty head, don't we."
Spike notices the sweep of darkness that passed her face and grabs his make shift backpack. "Yeah, let's go."
They walked out of the inn place and headed towards the North-west direction. "From what I heard, Biron Shil was supposed to come this way around this time."
"Maybe we should wait for him here then."
"No need." Dara replies as she looked off into the distance. "Here he comes."
"How can you see him way out there?"
"I just can." Dara replies as her hands reaches into both of her pockets to grab one each of her new toys.
"Come on, let's go meet him." Spike says as he slowly starts to walk forward.
"Right." Dara answers as she begins to follow him. The walk for a short while and stop a couple of feet from a ragged looking man with a tattered cowboy hat on his head. "Hi Ya!" Dara called out to him.
"Is there something that I can help you two with?" The man calls back out.
Spike was about to answer him when Dara spoke up. "No, but maybe we can help you."
"How can you do that?"
"Well, rumor has it that a bounty head named Biron Shil was coming into town today. Everyone is locked up tight with guns pointing out their windows, ready to shoot anything that moves and they sent out a bunch of the town's men wandering around the desert looking for him."
"Is that so?" he asks nervously as he glanced around.
"So, what are you going to do about it, Biron Shil?"
"Well," he starts to say as his hand reaches for his hidden holster, "this!"
Before he could get his gun out Dara throws a screamer and a flasher. Biron dodges them and starts to run to his left, while his gun is out and shooting. "Shit!" Dara screams as she runs and jumps into a ditch.
Spike was lands right next to her, drawing his gun and looks at her. "Next time, we do it my way."
"Fine!" She says as Spike gets up and fires off a few rounds. She pulls out five screamers and five flashers. Spike gets up and fires a few more. "Where was he when you last fired?"
"Huh, why?"
"Just tell me, okay?"
"Okay then, to your right, about six feet."
"Good!" She puts all of them into her right hand and chucks them all up behind her. "Plug your ears!" She shoves her thumbs into her ears and hopes that Spike was doing the same. She watched the light, generated by the flasher, flashed against the sand across from her. She can hear the screamers going off, but she knew she wouldn't go deaf from them. When everything seemed to be done going off, Dara unplugs her ears and peeks up over the edge of the ditch.
"What is he doing?" Spike asks as he glances over at Dara.
"I think he's a little afraid because he can't hear or see." Dara crawls up from the ditch and slowly shuffles her way over towards Biron Shil. He holds his gun straight out and was shaking like crazy. He moves and fire off a bunch of rounds and Dara just barely manages to hit the sand. He stops and she gets back up. She then runs towards him, tackles him to the ground, and tries to wrestle the gun from his hand. He manages to fire a couple off into the distance, but it didn't hit anyone. She bites down hard on his gun wrist, her bottom teeth pressing into the pressure point. Biron screams out and drop his gun. He finally manages to throw Dara off and begins to search for his gun. He finds it, grabs it, and stands up.
Spike was right there, pressing his gun to Biron's head.