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Chapter 1: Sloshed Nights
"Spike!"
"Mmm"
"Spike!!"
"Mmm??"
"SPIKE!"
"What, okay? I'm trying to sleep!"
"Fridge! Leftovers! Gone!" The shrill voice got louder as its owner came into the living room, punctuating the last word with a dirty spoon thrown at the lanky man on the sofa. It bounced off his bare chest, still slick form his Jeet Kun Do training.
"Faye, an active person needs to eat a lot to regain the calories they burn" Spike ran his fingers through his unruly green mop and rolled away from Faye's highly disgruntled expression.
"Spike!" she yelled, stomping her foot, "You sleep all damn day, train for two hours, and then eat ALL the food I've been looking forward to all day. When I was out. Working."
He burped. "What's gone is gone"
She growled and went into the pantry, re-emerging with a large dusty can of soup and a hasty apology to the irate Jet who caught her red-handed.
"And that's the last one you get until we catch a bounty big enough to pay for a proper re-stocking!" The bearded face appeared at the pantry door, flushed from the heat of the kitchen.
Faye sat down on the floor with a can opener and proceeded to pry open the dented can.
She spooned a lumpy, thick portion out and grimaced. "Eugh. Even Ein's food is more appetizing than this is."
She brusquely dumped the spoon in the can again and sighed. No dinner then. "Well, helps maintain the figure I guess" she thought to herself.
A long thin arm snaked onto the coffee table and removed the can.
*SLUURP*
-CLANK-
"Always a gentleman, Spike, always a gentleman, willing to help a lady out with her problems."
"Mrph"
Faye threw the nearest catalogue she could find at Spike's head. He gave her the bird, and proceeded to put the magazine over his face to block out the offending light.
Damn his handsome face. If only his personality could be as attractive as his wiry frame. . .and those liquid eyes. . . Faye shook herself hard mentally and reminded herself of what a jerk he always was to her. Oh sure, if you could keep him quiet he might be fuckbuddy material, but nothing resembling the solid relationship that she craved from someone right now.
Heaving her way off the floor, suddenly depressed, and still hungry, she lurched her way to her hiding spot in the supply room with her secret stash of "Comfort Juice" as she liked to call her bottle of scotch.
— Three Hours Later —
"Shpike"
An uneven click of heels woke the bounty hunter from a favorable dream about an immense lobster drenched in melted butter.
"Whrra?" he mumbled sleepily, still trying to grasp his dream fork.
"Shpike, I don't love yoosh. Choo are ferry acktracktivf, but shoo are a combleeeet ash-hole." And with these remarks said, Faye collapsed noisily onto the floor and began snoring uproriously.
"Oh that's rich." Spike murmured before putting his headphones and rolling over to continue a culinary fantasy in progress.
* * *
"Faye-Fayeeeee"
"Arf!"
"Oh god," Faye moaned. She oozed her way to a sitting position and buried her throbbing head in cigarette-and-scotch scented hands. Oh god, I slept on the floor in the living room. I hope I didn't do anything stupid or profess my undying love loudly to Jet's bonsai or something. I must've had a third of that bottle. . .
"Faye-Faye!" Ed bring food from Jet-Person! He says you sleep funny and snore loud like Ein! And you make umble-grumble-goose sounds!
The little redhead with faithful superdog in tow set a bowl of some mushy gruel by Faye's knee. She groaned and pushed it away. How does Spike make his "Prairie Oyster" hangover cure anyway? She vowed that if she found out, she'd be civil to him for at least a day. Maybe even three if he made it for her.
Now, if she could only get up. . .
"And I emerge, like the Adonis of Venus!" came the drawl as Spike emerged from the shower, towel wrapped around him. He sauntered to the living room, to perch upon the arm of the sofa, gazing at Faye's miserable countenance, "Ah, our Sleeping Beauty has awoken, perhaps to gaze upon her prince?" He had the look in his eyes that told Faye she did something unforgivably stupid the night before.
"Spike, fuck off and make me that magical hangover cure of yours. Upon my word of honor I will not harass you for a whole day if you do."
"What, and deprive you of the sight of my splendid figure?" He smirked and lit a cigarette.
"Ed, please tell that baka that as soon as I can get up I will emasculate him."
"Promises, promises." he murmured.
"Spike-person!" Ed bounced up to him and held a jaunty mock salute, pleased with a new game to play, "Faye-Faye says —"
" — I heard her, Ed. Um, go away and eat something."
"Okaaaaaaaay!" she sang out, bouncing off of any available surface as she careened towards the kitchen in her mad quest for food.
Spike exhaled slowly, "Boy, were you trashed last night. What special occasion did I miss? The anniversary of your first roll in the hay?"
"Augh! You insensitive ass! Go away and let me be hungover in peace!"
"But you said you liked me. You told me I was hot." He pretended to pout prettily, dodging the bowl of goop Faye threw at his head. Chuckling, he got up and went to get dressed.
Did I really say something like that? Jesus, I must've been really drunk. I don't even remember coming in here. Oh god, I can't deal with something like this now.
And with a sigh, she crawled her way to standing with the aid of the groady yellow couch Spike so often called 'home' and trudged to her bedroom.
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Author's notes! My first fanfic on this website, and my first CB fanfic. Takes place sometime during the series....anytime you want. May be a bit OOC, but that's why it's a fanfic, isn't it?! Chapter 2 will be coming soon-ish. Just gotta type it in my free time (heh heh ;p)
Thanks again,
- me
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Chapter 1: Sloshed Nights
"Spike!"
"Mmm"
"Spike!!"
"Mmm??"
"SPIKE!"
"What, okay? I'm trying to sleep!"
"Fridge! Leftovers! Gone!" The shrill voice got louder as its owner came into the living room, punctuating the last word with a dirty spoon thrown at the lanky man on the sofa. It bounced off his bare chest, still slick form his Jeet Kun Do training.
"Faye, an active person needs to eat a lot to regain the calories they burn" Spike ran his fingers through his unruly green mop and rolled away from Faye's highly disgruntled expression.
"Spike!" she yelled, stomping her foot, "You sleep all damn day, train for two hours, and then eat ALL the food I've been looking forward to all day. When I was out. Working."
He burped. "What's gone is gone"
She growled and went into the pantry, re-emerging with a large dusty can of soup and a hasty apology to the irate Jet who caught her red-handed.
"And that's the last one you get until we catch a bounty big enough to pay for a proper re-stocking!" The bearded face appeared at the pantry door, flushed from the heat of the kitchen.
Faye sat down on the floor with a can opener and proceeded to pry open the dented can.
She spooned a lumpy, thick portion out and grimaced. "Eugh. Even Ein's food is more appetizing than this is."
She brusquely dumped the spoon in the can again and sighed. No dinner then. "Well, helps maintain the figure I guess" she thought to herself.
A long thin arm snaked onto the coffee table and removed the can.
*SLUURP*
-CLANK-
"Always a gentleman, Spike, always a gentleman, willing to help a lady out with her problems."
"Mrph"
Faye threw the nearest catalogue she could find at Spike's head. He gave her the bird, and proceeded to put the magazine over his face to block out the offending light.
Damn his handsome face. If only his personality could be as attractive as his wiry frame. . .and those liquid eyes. . . Faye shook herself hard mentally and reminded herself of what a jerk he always was to her. Oh sure, if you could keep him quiet he might be fuckbuddy material, but nothing resembling the solid relationship that she craved from someone right now.
Heaving her way off the floor, suddenly depressed, and still hungry, she lurched her way to her hiding spot in the supply room with her secret stash of "Comfort Juice" as she liked to call her bottle of scotch.
— Three Hours Later —
"Shpike"
An uneven click of heels woke the bounty hunter from a favorable dream about an immense lobster drenched in melted butter.
"Whrra?" he mumbled sleepily, still trying to grasp his dream fork.
"Shpike, I don't love yoosh. Choo are ferry acktracktivf, but shoo are a combleeeet ash-hole." And with these remarks said, Faye collapsed noisily onto the floor and began snoring uproriously.
"Oh that's rich." Spike murmured before putting his headphones and rolling over to continue a culinary fantasy in progress.
* * *
"Faye-Fayeeeee"
"Arf!"
"Oh god," Faye moaned. She oozed her way to a sitting position and buried her throbbing head in cigarette-and-scotch scented hands. Oh god, I slept on the floor in the living room. I hope I didn't do anything stupid or profess my undying love loudly to Jet's bonsai or something. I must've had a third of that bottle. . .
"Faye-Faye!" Ed bring food from Jet-Person! He says you sleep funny and snore loud like Ein! And you make umble-grumble-goose sounds!
The little redhead with faithful superdog in tow set a bowl of some mushy gruel by Faye's knee. She groaned and pushed it away. How does Spike make his "Prairie Oyster" hangover cure anyway? She vowed that if she found out, she'd be civil to him for at least a day. Maybe even three if he made it for her.
Now, if she could only get up. . .
"And I emerge, like the Adonis of Venus!" came the drawl as Spike emerged from the shower, towel wrapped around him. He sauntered to the living room, to perch upon the arm of the sofa, gazing at Faye's miserable countenance, "Ah, our Sleeping Beauty has awoken, perhaps to gaze upon her prince?" He had the look in his eyes that told Faye she did something unforgivably stupid the night before.
"Spike, fuck off and make me that magical hangover cure of yours. Upon my word of honor I will not harass you for a whole day if you do."
"What, and deprive you of the sight of my splendid figure?" He smirked and lit a cigarette.
"Ed, please tell that baka that as soon as I can get up I will emasculate him."
"Promises, promises." he murmured.
"Spike-person!" Ed bounced up to him and held a jaunty mock salute, pleased with a new game to play, "Faye-Faye says —"
" — I heard her, Ed. Um, go away and eat something."
"Okaaaaaaaay!" she sang out, bouncing off of any available surface as she careened towards the kitchen in her mad quest for food.
Spike exhaled slowly, "Boy, were you trashed last night. What special occasion did I miss? The anniversary of your first roll in the hay?"
"Augh! You insensitive ass! Go away and let me be hungover in peace!"
"But you said you liked me. You told me I was hot." He pretended to pout prettily, dodging the bowl of goop Faye threw at his head. Chuckling, he got up and went to get dressed.
Did I really say something like that? Jesus, I must've been really drunk. I don't even remember coming in here. Oh god, I can't deal with something like this now.
And with a sigh, she crawled her way to standing with the aid of the groady yellow couch Spike so often called 'home' and trudged to her bedroom.
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Author's notes! My first fanfic on this website, and my first CB fanfic. Takes place sometime during the series....anytime you want. May be a bit OOC, but that's why it's a fanfic, isn't it?! Chapter 2 will be coming soon-ish. Just gotta type it in my free time (heh heh ;p)
Thanks again,
- me