Session 7: Boys Don't Cry
Well, now that they were here, they didn't know what to do. They couldn't go back to Mars or Europa that was for sure. Anywhere they went syndicates and bounty hunters would follow them. Spike thought briefly about them staying here on the ship but he knew it would never happen. But he couldn't think of anything else. They weren't going anywhere till Russe got better. Spike had discovered a bullet hole in his leg that had been hastily bandaged with some shirt strips during the shoot out. He was doing much better though; both wounds were healing nicely. Oh well, whatever happens, happens. Spike was smoking, looking out of the window above the deck. He had just finished working out. It was dark so he didn't notice Emily standing there until she went to light her cig off of Spike's; they were pink.
"Interesting color." "Excuse me, I'm not the one with a puffy pink jacket and green hair. You're like a fucking Christmas wreath." " Nifty answer."
Spike felt kind of embarrassed standing next to her with his shirt off; he was sweaty and maybe he smelled a little too. He turned a little red, but noticed that Emily was wearing one of Faye's t-shirts and turned even redder; it didn't look bad. Spike looked away quickly, she wasn't for him.
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The next day they docked in Ganymede. Spike wasn't exactly sure why they docked there though. When he asked Jet, he went off on this whole thing listing about 300 reasons why Ganymede was the answer; Spike's conscious thought left at about number three. Although Russe could walk and was feeling almost back to normal, both Spike and Emily made sure he didn't venture outside the five feet radius around the ship. So Russe stayed behind with Ed and Ein,, Jet went food shopping again (he needed more eggs), Faye went gambling, and Spike and Emily just went outside because they wanted to.
It was one of those burning sun, strong breeze days that were good for outdoors but bad for indoors if you didn't have air-conditioning. Spike and Emily walked aimlessly through one of the many outdoor markets. Spike was telling Emily about all of the bounty hunting adventures he had had. ".He was such an ignorant jerk. Finally he realized he was out of his league with me when I beat him up on the top of." Around one o' clock they settled down on a park bench to eat some lunch.
"So, Spike Spiegel, who are you really?" "Whaf do rhou mheamn?" mumbled Spike as he demolished half of his apple in one bite. "I know you aren't just some low key bounty hunter. Who are you, what happened in your life?" "Uh.I'm not following." "Spike," said Emily as she turned to face him "don't fool with me. You and Russe are almost exactly alike. You both have something beautiful inside, like.I don't know.a buried sadness or a repressed life. It makes you glow with a melancholy air that people cant help but be jealous of because it makes you attractive. They all want to get close to you because you seem so sad and cool." "You really think I'm like a flame to a moth?" asked Spike. "Yea, I don't usually go up to snow covered strangers in alleyways so there must be something about you," replied Emily. Spike smirked. "You're right, Russe and I are almost exactly alike. More so than you know." "What do you mean?" "I belonged to a syndicate, I fell in love with a girl belonging to a partner. She loved me too and we tried to run away together." Emily's soda spurted all over her as she pulled the tab. "what happened?" Spike shook his head. "I don't know." "How can you not know? That doesn't make any sense." Said Emily as she mopped up the sticky liquid. "I waited for her, she didn't come. My partner is still in the syndicate. We've been going at it ever since." Spike put his head in his hands. "Jesus, I don't even know if she's alive!" "Oh Spike," said Emily as she hugged him. "You know its okay to cry, its not like it makes you less strong." Spike heard her but still no tears came to his eyes; no tears would ever
come.
Well, now that they were here, they didn't know what to do. They couldn't go back to Mars or Europa that was for sure. Anywhere they went syndicates and bounty hunters would follow them. Spike thought briefly about them staying here on the ship but he knew it would never happen. But he couldn't think of anything else. They weren't going anywhere till Russe got better. Spike had discovered a bullet hole in his leg that had been hastily bandaged with some shirt strips during the shoot out. He was doing much better though; both wounds were healing nicely. Oh well, whatever happens, happens. Spike was smoking, looking out of the window above the deck. He had just finished working out. It was dark so he didn't notice Emily standing there until she went to light her cig off of Spike's; they were pink.
"Interesting color." "Excuse me, I'm not the one with a puffy pink jacket and green hair. You're like a fucking Christmas wreath." " Nifty answer."
Spike felt kind of embarrassed standing next to her with his shirt off; he was sweaty and maybe he smelled a little too. He turned a little red, but noticed that Emily was wearing one of Faye's t-shirts and turned even redder; it didn't look bad. Spike looked away quickly, she wasn't for him.
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The next day they docked in Ganymede. Spike wasn't exactly sure why they docked there though. When he asked Jet, he went off on this whole thing listing about 300 reasons why Ganymede was the answer; Spike's conscious thought left at about number three. Although Russe could walk and was feeling almost back to normal, both Spike and Emily made sure he didn't venture outside the five feet radius around the ship. So Russe stayed behind with Ed and Ein,, Jet went food shopping again (he needed more eggs), Faye went gambling, and Spike and Emily just went outside because they wanted to.
It was one of those burning sun, strong breeze days that were good for outdoors but bad for indoors if you didn't have air-conditioning. Spike and Emily walked aimlessly through one of the many outdoor markets. Spike was telling Emily about all of the bounty hunting adventures he had had. ".He was such an ignorant jerk. Finally he realized he was out of his league with me when I beat him up on the top of." Around one o' clock they settled down on a park bench to eat some lunch.
"So, Spike Spiegel, who are you really?" "Whaf do rhou mheamn?" mumbled Spike as he demolished half of his apple in one bite. "I know you aren't just some low key bounty hunter. Who are you, what happened in your life?" "Uh.I'm not following." "Spike," said Emily as she turned to face him "don't fool with me. You and Russe are almost exactly alike. You both have something beautiful inside, like.I don't know.a buried sadness or a repressed life. It makes you glow with a melancholy air that people cant help but be jealous of because it makes you attractive. They all want to get close to you because you seem so sad and cool." "You really think I'm like a flame to a moth?" asked Spike. "Yea, I don't usually go up to snow covered strangers in alleyways so there must be something about you," replied Emily. Spike smirked. "You're right, Russe and I are almost exactly alike. More so than you know." "What do you mean?" "I belonged to a syndicate, I fell in love with a girl belonging to a partner. She loved me too and we tried to run away together." Emily's soda spurted all over her as she pulled the tab. "what happened?" Spike shook his head. "I don't know." "How can you not know? That doesn't make any sense." Said Emily as she mopped up the sticky liquid. "I waited for her, she didn't come. My partner is still in the syndicate. We've been going at it ever since." Spike put his head in his hands. "Jesus, I don't even know if she's alive!" "Oh Spike," said Emily as she hugged him. "You know its okay to cry, its not like it makes you less strong." Spike heard her but still no tears came to his eyes; no tears would ever
come.