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Old Friends
Pluto: the coldest, emptiest, most miserable planet in the galaxy. No wonder the ISSP had decided to put its modern day Alcatraz here. But why the hell Jet decided he wanted to get a bounty head that was said to be out here was beyond Spike's comprehension. Not even six million Woo Long would have tempted him out here if he had had a choice. Faye had even refused to help catch the bounty. She had declared she would not be leaving the Bebop until they were off "this frozen rock" as she had put it. Ed had offered to help, but the moment she had stepped outside of the ship, she had fled back in and had wrapped herself up in a blanket with Ein. So now, rather than be cooped up with those two, Spike was wandering the streets of the very aptly dubbed "frozen rock" looking for a halfway decent bar.
So far he hadn't had any luck. Everything he had found was just about as appealing as a root canal. So instead the cold decided for him. He ended up in a dimly lit bar named The Last Resort.
"What's with all the perfectly named things around here?" he said to himself.
"Things have the habit of doing that when you're at the edge of the galaxy," came the answer from the corner booth Spike was closest to.
He looked to the booth and saw a woman wrapped in a haze of smoke putting out a cigarette. She wore a short denim skirt and a red blouse that matched the mane of fiery red hair that hid her face. But even with her face covered Spike would know that enigmatic voice anywhere.
"Persephone?"
"The truth of things come to one who stands at the edge of nothing." The woman looked up, a faint smile on her pale face. "It's good to see you again Spike."
"It's good to see you to," Spike replied as he shook Persephone's hand. "I wouldn't have expected to find you here of all places."
Persephone shrugged her shoulders as she motioned for Spike to have a seat. "One never does expect to find something that they weren't looking for."
"There you go spouting those absurd words of wisdom."
"Yes, but they are wise. Can I get you a drink?"
"Sure, thanks. You can also give me an account of what you've been up to these past few years. How many has it been now? Three?"
Persephone nodded. "If you want the latter, then you're going to have to come over to my place. I can get you the former there too."
Spike cocked his head to one side and gave her a little half smile. "Still up for dramatics? All right, let's go."
Persephone left the money for her drink on the table and the old friends went on their way.
Old Friends
Pluto: the coldest, emptiest, most miserable planet in the galaxy. No wonder the ISSP had decided to put its modern day Alcatraz here. But why the hell Jet decided he wanted to get a bounty head that was said to be out here was beyond Spike's comprehension. Not even six million Woo Long would have tempted him out here if he had had a choice. Faye had even refused to help catch the bounty. She had declared she would not be leaving the Bebop until they were off "this frozen rock" as she had put it. Ed had offered to help, but the moment she had stepped outside of the ship, she had fled back in and had wrapped herself up in a blanket with Ein. So now, rather than be cooped up with those two, Spike was wandering the streets of the very aptly dubbed "frozen rock" looking for a halfway decent bar.
So far he hadn't had any luck. Everything he had found was just about as appealing as a root canal. So instead the cold decided for him. He ended up in a dimly lit bar named The Last Resort.
"What's with all the perfectly named things around here?" he said to himself.
"Things have the habit of doing that when you're at the edge of the galaxy," came the answer from the corner booth Spike was closest to.
He looked to the booth and saw a woman wrapped in a haze of smoke putting out a cigarette. She wore a short denim skirt and a red blouse that matched the mane of fiery red hair that hid her face. But even with her face covered Spike would know that enigmatic voice anywhere.
"Persephone?"
"The truth of things come to one who stands at the edge of nothing." The woman looked up, a faint smile on her pale face. "It's good to see you again Spike."
"It's good to see you to," Spike replied as he shook Persephone's hand. "I wouldn't have expected to find you here of all places."
Persephone shrugged her shoulders as she motioned for Spike to have a seat. "One never does expect to find something that they weren't looking for."
"There you go spouting those absurd words of wisdom."
"Yes, but they are wise. Can I get you a drink?"
"Sure, thanks. You can also give me an account of what you've been up to these past few years. How many has it been now? Three?"
Persephone nodded. "If you want the latter, then you're going to have to come over to my place. I can get you the former there too."
Spike cocked his head to one side and gave her a little half smile. "Still up for dramatics? All right, let's go."
Persephone left the money for her drink on the table and the old friends went on their way.