Spike, Jet, Gian, Faye, Edward and Ein walked along the old sidewalk. Two bounty hunters, a female con-artist, a police detective, a hacker and a dog. In their own little way, they were a small family. Not really talking to each other, maybe during capturing a bounty but that's usually it. They didn't show it but they grew accustomed to what they had.

Cigarettes and chocolate milk
These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me

The crew of the Bebop walked into a peaceful bar, not really run down but sort of like the place you go to get away from it all. They sat down at a table near the window, each facing their bounty hunting counterpart. Spike faced Faye as Jet faced Gian. Edward kept running around, with Ein. Gian couldn't help but smile as he watched her.

If I should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I like's a little bit sweeter
A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me


And then there's those other things
Which for several reasons we won't mention
Everything about 'em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder
A little bit deadly

"What will you all have?" The waitress asked with a both tired yet perky smile.

"Whisky."

"Sake"

"Anything with alcohol."

"Chocolate milk, please."

Everyone in the bar, including the waitress looked at him oddly.

"What?"


It isn't very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted

Niether Jet, Spike, Gian or Faye knew exactly who suggested to come here. Nor they knew why either of them had agreed to come along for the outing. Each one sat there sipping their drink. Each one with a deep story to tell. Each one used to keeping to themselves. Spike had taken out a cigarette and was about to light it, but stopped. He looked over at Gian who happened to be looking right at him. He was about to put his lighter away when Gian shook his head with a smile. Spike didn't get it, but didn't bother to ask as he lit his smoke.


Sitting here remembering me
Always been a shoe made for the city
Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places
With scrappy boys faces have general run of the town


Playing with prodigal sons
Take a lot of sentimental valiums
Can't expect the world to be your Raggedy Andy
While running on empty you little old doll with a frown

Jet moved his drink slightly, feeling the awkwardness of the place. He chuckled and looked around at everyone.

"Any bounties? Anyone?" He asked. They either shrugged or shook their heads. He couldn't help but chuckle as Edward practically jumped on Gian's back, clinging to him. He noticed though that the young detective's mind was somewhere else.

You got to keep in the game
Retaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of Lesson in Tightropes
Or urfing Your High Hopes or dios Kansas

It isn't very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted

Gian couldn't help but sneak a few stares at Faye. Who didn't seem to notice. He didn't know why, but he found himself repeatedly doing so. He felt Edward's chin on his fedora and look up at her.

"Gian Gian?"
"Yes Edward?"

"Is Gian Gian feeling okay?" Gian chuckled and nodded as he ruffled up Edward's hair.

"Aw I'm just fine.."

Still there's not a show on my back
Holes or a friendly intervention
I'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish
A little bit Tower of Pisa
Whenever I see ya
So please be kind if I'm a mess

After the short yet peaceful stop at the bar, the group paid their bill and made there way out. They walked back to the Bebop, not knowing what other events would happen in the future. Whether they'd leave, stay, split up or stay together. Either way, either event, they'd be part of the crew. The crew of the Bebop.


Cigarettes and chocolate milk
Cigarettes and chocolate milk..