"Damnit, Spike, give them back or I'm going to have to hurt you!" Dara screamed at Spike as she ran into his room.
Spike sat up from his chair, removing the paper that covered his face. Before he answered he gave her a look that 'Why did you have to wake me up,' "What do I have?"
"Don't give me that! I know you took my keys to my jeep and I want them back, NOW!"
"Oh that, I don't have your keys."
"You lie! I saw you take it during the night! I want them back, now!"
"You must have me confused with someone else."
Dara clinched her hands by her sides and her jaw locked so tight that she looked like she was surpressing all her anger. To bad it didn't last that long because she screamed and she jumped him. She started to hit him, not hard enough to hurt him or leave marks, but just enough to let him know he was dealing with a crazy woman.
"Alright, fine here, here they are!" He manages to scream as he chucks them at her.
She manages to grab them and rolls back on to the floor. "Yay! I got my keyes back!" She then gives Spike and evil glare, "If you ever, ever do that again, I'm going to actually hurt you!"
Spike pulls a cigarette from his pocket and puts it in is his mouth. "Whatever."
Dara glares at him a little longer before she lightens up a little later. "Anyways, we should get going if we are going to find another bounty."
"Where too then?" askes Spike as he finishes lighting up his cigarette, throwing out the useless match now.
"Well, I heard from Milly, before her and Meryl left on some mission, that there is a small town somewhere north of here. Maybe we should head that way."
"Do you think it really it is wise to take the word from that airhead?"
Dara just smiles and nods. Spike gives her a glare of his own. "Well, she may be an "airhead" as you call it, but she has some sort of thought thing that she does throw out gold nuggets once in a while."
Spike, with his cigarette in his mouth and his hand on his chin, sits there and thinks on it for a bit. Then he responds, "Okay if we are going to go north and follow Milly's advice I want to say this now in advance: I am not going to be held responds able if we die out in the dessert. Got that?"
Dara puts on a stern face and salutes. "Perfectly, Sir!"
"Uh," Spike grunts as he gives her a weird look before she burst out giggling.
hr
Dara was having fun speeding through, and up and down the sands in the desert. Spike on the other hand was very afraid for his life. He was clutching on to anything that was solid and would hold to his grip. To Spike it felt like hours before he felt Dara slam on the brakes and made the jeep halt. That is when Spike managed to pry open the door and ran so far and panting. Dara just sat there looking at him, like he was some sort of a forgein devil. "Don't give me any of those looks. You're crazy. I've done some crazy speeding things, but that's the worst I've ever been in."
Dara sighes and gets out of the jeep. She walks over to him and stands next to him, and holds out her hand, "Here, if you are going to complain you can drive."
Spike holds out his hand and Dara drops the keys in his hand. "So you are saying that I get to drive?" as he points to himself.
"Yeah," Dara replies as she rolls her eyes. "But you can't eat it, or," Dara narrows her eyes dangerously, "you will seriously regret it."
"Okay great. How about lunch?" Spike askes as he rubs his hands together, grinning and licking his chops.
"Sure!" Dara perked up. "You know where the supplies are. I'm getting tired of always cooking, it's your turn."
Spike get's this look of dumb foundment. "But you make better food than me! Can't you do it?"
"No," Dara replies as she walks off into the desert waving. "You need to share in the cooking duties, because you eat a lot of it and also I have to use the bathroom."
hr
"What is it?" Dara ask as she holds whatever Spike handed to her with her thumb and forefinger.
"Spike Surprise. That is what you get when I have to cook." Spike answer with lighting up a cigarette.
Dara gives it a small sniff and makes a small face. She then nibbles at it a little then shovels the rest in her mouth, chews, and then shallows. "Wow, that wasn't to bad. Can I have some more?" She asks as she holds out her plate.
Spike drops the cigarette from his mouth and gives off a small swear, because of the fact he has to relight it. After getting it back into his mouth and lighting it back up he askes Dara a question. "Are you sure on that? You know, you don't have to keep eatting at it to make me happy. Hell, I'll be happy if you tell me to throw this garbage out."
"No, I wouldn't mind more. It's not so bad. Of coarse there is somethings wrong with it, but I can help you with that. Not to mention I don't want to take the time to make food." Spike finally puts a couple scoopes of his 'Spike Surprise' on to her plate, and she begins to inhale it again.
Once Dara was done eatting she started to clean up the mess that Spike made, when she glanced over her shoulder. Something caught her eye and made her look at it fully. "Hey Spike!"
"What?" he answers and looks over at her.
"What is that?" Dara points off into the distance.
Spike walks over and stares off at where she was point. At first he could make anything out, then it slowly came into focus. "Hurry up and pack the stuff!" he says as he takes off running grabbing things and throwing them in the jeep.
"What is it?" she turns back and looks at him.
"That is a major sand storm. Worse then the one we encountered before. If that one hits us, there is no way we could survive."
"Oh...." she says, "Crap!" That was when it finally sank in what it was. She started to run around and helpped Spike get the stuff in the jeep. When they got everything she hopped into the passager side, while Spike hopped behind the wheel. "What the heck are you waiting for?! Let's get going!" Dara screamed has Spike started up the jeep.
"I can only go as fast as this Jeep can go!" Spike screamed back over the jeep and the wind. As the jeep kept going, the storm seem to slowly gaining ground. Dara stood up and looked over the wind sheild, out into the distance. "What in the hell are you doing, sit back down!" Spike screamed at her has he tried grabbing her coat and pulling her down into her seat.
Dara just ingored him and kept scanning the horzian. Then she spotted something and points in a direction. "Go that way! I think I see some rock formation over there."
Spike grits his teeth and turns sharply to where Dara was pointing. Dara managed to sit down before she was thrown out of the jeep. "That's why I told to you to sit down!" Spike screamed, trying to prove a point.
"Just shut up and get too that rocky out crop!"
Spike sat up from his chair, removing the paper that covered his face. Before he answered he gave her a look that 'Why did you have to wake me up,' "What do I have?"
"Don't give me that! I know you took my keys to my jeep and I want them back, NOW!"
"Oh that, I don't have your keys."
"You lie! I saw you take it during the night! I want them back, now!"
"You must have me confused with someone else."
Dara clinched her hands by her sides and her jaw locked so tight that she looked like she was surpressing all her anger. To bad it didn't last that long because she screamed and she jumped him. She started to hit him, not hard enough to hurt him or leave marks, but just enough to let him know he was dealing with a crazy woman.
"Alright, fine here, here they are!" He manages to scream as he chucks them at her.
She manages to grab them and rolls back on to the floor. "Yay! I got my keyes back!" She then gives Spike and evil glare, "If you ever, ever do that again, I'm going to actually hurt you!"
Spike pulls a cigarette from his pocket and puts it in is his mouth. "Whatever."
Dara glares at him a little longer before she lightens up a little later. "Anyways, we should get going if we are going to find another bounty."
"Where too then?" askes Spike as he finishes lighting up his cigarette, throwing out the useless match now.
"Well, I heard from Milly, before her and Meryl left on some mission, that there is a small town somewhere north of here. Maybe we should head that way."
"Do you think it really it is wise to take the word from that airhead?"
Dara just smiles and nods. Spike gives her a glare of his own. "Well, she may be an "airhead" as you call it, but she has some sort of thought thing that she does throw out gold nuggets once in a while."
Spike, with his cigarette in his mouth and his hand on his chin, sits there and thinks on it for a bit. Then he responds, "Okay if we are going to go north and follow Milly's advice I want to say this now in advance: I am not going to be held responds able if we die out in the dessert. Got that?"
Dara puts on a stern face and salutes. "Perfectly, Sir!"
"Uh," Spike grunts as he gives her a weird look before she burst out giggling.
hr
Dara was having fun speeding through, and up and down the sands in the desert. Spike on the other hand was very afraid for his life. He was clutching on to anything that was solid and would hold to his grip. To Spike it felt like hours before he felt Dara slam on the brakes and made the jeep halt. That is when Spike managed to pry open the door and ran so far and panting. Dara just sat there looking at him, like he was some sort of a forgein devil. "Don't give me any of those looks. You're crazy. I've done some crazy speeding things, but that's the worst I've ever been in."
Dara sighes and gets out of the jeep. She walks over to him and stands next to him, and holds out her hand, "Here, if you are going to complain you can drive."
Spike holds out his hand and Dara drops the keys in his hand. "So you are saying that I get to drive?" as he points to himself.
"Yeah," Dara replies as she rolls her eyes. "But you can't eat it, or," Dara narrows her eyes dangerously, "you will seriously regret it."
"Okay great. How about lunch?" Spike askes as he rubs his hands together, grinning and licking his chops.
"Sure!" Dara perked up. "You know where the supplies are. I'm getting tired of always cooking, it's your turn."
Spike get's this look of dumb foundment. "But you make better food than me! Can't you do it?"
"No," Dara replies as she walks off into the desert waving. "You need to share in the cooking duties, because you eat a lot of it and also I have to use the bathroom."
hr
"What is it?" Dara ask as she holds whatever Spike handed to her with her thumb and forefinger.
"Spike Surprise. That is what you get when I have to cook." Spike answer with lighting up a cigarette.
Dara gives it a small sniff and makes a small face. She then nibbles at it a little then shovels the rest in her mouth, chews, and then shallows. "Wow, that wasn't to bad. Can I have some more?" She asks as she holds out her plate.
Spike drops the cigarette from his mouth and gives off a small swear, because of the fact he has to relight it. After getting it back into his mouth and lighting it back up he askes Dara a question. "Are you sure on that? You know, you don't have to keep eatting at it to make me happy. Hell, I'll be happy if you tell me to throw this garbage out."
"No, I wouldn't mind more. It's not so bad. Of coarse there is somethings wrong with it, but I can help you with that. Not to mention I don't want to take the time to make food." Spike finally puts a couple scoopes of his 'Spike Surprise' on to her plate, and she begins to inhale it again.
Once Dara was done eatting she started to clean up the mess that Spike made, when she glanced over her shoulder. Something caught her eye and made her look at it fully. "Hey Spike!"
"What?" he answers and looks over at her.
"What is that?" Dara points off into the distance.
Spike walks over and stares off at where she was point. At first he could make anything out, then it slowly came into focus. "Hurry up and pack the stuff!" he says as he takes off running grabbing things and throwing them in the jeep.
"What is it?" she turns back and looks at him.
"That is a major sand storm. Worse then the one we encountered before. If that one hits us, there is no way we could survive."
"Oh...." she says, "Crap!" That was when it finally sank in what it was. She started to run around and helpped Spike get the stuff in the jeep. When they got everything she hopped into the passager side, while Spike hopped behind the wheel. "What the heck are you waiting for?! Let's get going!" Dara screamed has Spike started up the jeep.
"I can only go as fast as this Jeep can go!" Spike screamed back over the jeep and the wind. As the jeep kept going, the storm seem to slowly gaining ground. Dara stood up and looked over the wind sheild, out into the distance. "What in the hell are you doing, sit back down!" Spike screamed at her has he tried grabbing her coat and pulling her down into her seat.
Dara just ingored him and kept scanning the horzian. Then she spotted something and points in a direction. "Go that way! I think I see some rock formation over there."
Spike grits his teeth and turns sharply to where Dara was pointing. Dara managed to sit down before she was thrown out of the jeep. "That's why I told to you to sit down!" Spike screamed, trying to prove a point.
"Just shut up and get too that rocky out crop!"