When Faye walked out into the kitchen she found spike on this third shot. She gave him a look of disbelief.
"Isn't it a little early to start?" she had a very relaxed look on her face. He noted this.
"Never too early for Jack." She smiled and grabbed a drink out of the fridge. Spike was pouring himself another shot when Jet walked in. Spike was grateful for someone besides Faye to look at. He looked at Jet and He was shaking his head.
"How many have you had already?" Faye laugh for a moment,
"I think he's on his twenty fifth jugging by the color of his face," Spike slammed his fifth shot down and pushed the alcohol towards Jet.
"Get this stuff away from me," Jet smiled and turned around putting the recipe for headache back in it proper place. Then they all headed out of the room. Spike shook his head for a moment to center his mind then reached into his pockets for his cigarettes. He could not find them. When he heard faye giggle. he turned around reluctantly.
"Lost your smokes dear?" Spike frowned at her and turned around and collapsed onto the couch. Jet sat in front of the computer. Spike got up a moment after Faye sat on the stair and walked towards the sword fish. He stopped at his bed and touched the cloth of the sheets that were still wet. He frowned and stared putting the stuff up on a line so it could dry. When he got to the pillow he realized that probably would not dry easily. He threw it on the floor. He then switched to working clothes and grabbed his box of tools heading towards the swordfish. He got his board on wheels and wheeled himself underneath and started working on the ship. A bounty a few days ago had caused some damage. He heard Faye squeal and Jet yell. Spike sighed and rolled further underneath the ship when Jet wandered in rubbing his cheek. Spike rolled sideways and looked at him from the side of the ship.
"You get yourself in trouble with the ladies Jet?" Jet looked back at the door.
"I don't know if I would call that a lady. Just Remind me never to make a Joke about you two," Spike's face moved into a frown.
"I will," Jet sat down on a chair.
"We have a bounty for 6 million from a private party," Spike's face perked up. Just what he needed a distraction.
"You've got my attention," Jet smiled and continued
"The guy is a murderer the police have been after him but hadn't set him up for a bounty. But a private party has opened up a bounty. A large one. The guys name is Jason Vala. The name of the private party is Competa. But that does not really mean anything they could give a fake name." He saw Spike smile then hit his head on the ship when Faye decided to scream,
"Are we going or what?!" Spike wheeled out from underneath the ship and glared at her rubbing his head. He sat up and walked over to pick up his clothes.
"A little privacy please Faye, I will need to get dressed," She glared and walked out of the room slowly. Jet watched Spike watching her. There was something different in his eye. Spike started switching clothes. Jet stood up and started walking out. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened, what changed. The little situation in the hall looked like a joke. Was it? Spike wandered out after him holding his gun and putting a new set of bullets in it.
"Give me the plan Jet," Faye sat on the couch next to Ein loading her gun too. She looked up at Spike for a moment. She saw a grin on his face.
"What?!" Jet looked over at Spike for a moment and could tell this was bad.
"Where do you keep that gun?" She stood up and smacked him across the face in a huff. Spike laughed and rubbed his cheek. Ein barked at them. Jet took to keeping his mouth shut and sat down at the computer. Faye sat glaring at Spike. He simply smiled at her.
"What are you drunk?"
"Most Likely," He said with a smirk.
"Isn't it a little early to start?" she had a very relaxed look on her face. He noted this.
"Never too early for Jack." She smiled and grabbed a drink out of the fridge. Spike was pouring himself another shot when Jet walked in. Spike was grateful for someone besides Faye to look at. He looked at Jet and He was shaking his head.
"How many have you had already?" Faye laugh for a moment,
"I think he's on his twenty fifth jugging by the color of his face," Spike slammed his fifth shot down and pushed the alcohol towards Jet.
"Get this stuff away from me," Jet smiled and turned around putting the recipe for headache back in it proper place. Then they all headed out of the room. Spike shook his head for a moment to center his mind then reached into his pockets for his cigarettes. He could not find them. When he heard faye giggle. he turned around reluctantly.
"Lost your smokes dear?" Spike frowned at her and turned around and collapsed onto the couch. Jet sat in front of the computer. Spike got up a moment after Faye sat on the stair and walked towards the sword fish. He stopped at his bed and touched the cloth of the sheets that were still wet. He frowned and stared putting the stuff up on a line so it could dry. When he got to the pillow he realized that probably would not dry easily. He threw it on the floor. He then switched to working clothes and grabbed his box of tools heading towards the swordfish. He got his board on wheels and wheeled himself underneath and started working on the ship. A bounty a few days ago had caused some damage. He heard Faye squeal and Jet yell. Spike sighed and rolled further underneath the ship when Jet wandered in rubbing his cheek. Spike rolled sideways and looked at him from the side of the ship.
"You get yourself in trouble with the ladies Jet?" Jet looked back at the door.
"I don't know if I would call that a lady. Just Remind me never to make a Joke about you two," Spike's face moved into a frown.
"I will," Jet sat down on a chair.
"We have a bounty for 6 million from a private party," Spike's face perked up. Just what he needed a distraction.
"You've got my attention," Jet smiled and continued
"The guy is a murderer the police have been after him but hadn't set him up for a bounty. But a private party has opened up a bounty. A large one. The guys name is Jason Vala. The name of the private party is Competa. But that does not really mean anything they could give a fake name." He saw Spike smile then hit his head on the ship when Faye decided to scream,
"Are we going or what?!" Spike wheeled out from underneath the ship and glared at her rubbing his head. He sat up and walked over to pick up his clothes.
"A little privacy please Faye, I will need to get dressed," She glared and walked out of the room slowly. Jet watched Spike watching her. There was something different in his eye. Spike started switching clothes. Jet stood up and started walking out. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened, what changed. The little situation in the hall looked like a joke. Was it? Spike wandered out after him holding his gun and putting a new set of bullets in it.
"Give me the plan Jet," Faye sat on the couch next to Ein loading her gun too. She looked up at Spike for a moment. She saw a grin on his face.
"What?!" Jet looked over at Spike for a moment and could tell this was bad.
"Where do you keep that gun?" She stood up and smacked him across the face in a huff. Spike laughed and rubbed his cheek. Ein barked at them. Jet took to keeping his mouth shut and sat down at the computer. Faye sat glaring at Spike. He simply smiled at her.
"What are you drunk?"
"Most Likely," He said with a smirk.