I'm very sorry for the long wait, I'm just preoccupied with my real life
right now. Oh well, I'll try to update more often from now on.
Chapter 5
"I can't believe we're doing this," Faye smiled, leaning her elbow onto the pavement of Spike's ship, "It's almost like old times, isn't it?"
"Do you mind that or something?" he asked, lighting up a cigarette.
"No," she shook her head; "It's just a little strange to me."
"Well, accept it already and move on," he said, "It won't be like that forever."
Faye looked at him with confusion, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You need fifty million for your spaceship, right?" he asked.
"Right," she confirmed.
"Well, I promised to help you out, just because I'm such a nice boy," he smiled, "but after that, we're going on our own again."
She leaned her head, thinking about what he had said. It angered her, it upset her deeply; she wanted to say something but she held herself back. There was no need in troubling him. She admitted that she had many questions. How did he survive, where he was for over a year, and of course, how he continued living without her?
Her, the mysterious silhouette glowing in the darkness, golden locks of hair, clear blue eyes. Her. Julia.
"Are you okay?" Spike interrupted her train of thought.
"Yes, I'm fine," she assured him, "I'm great."
"Good," he said, because there goes our friend now.
Dominic Dimaggio, a man in his late forties who was linked to several assassination attempts, and at least seven bombings of embassies and military bases. He was considered armed and highly dangerous, not to mention worth seventy million wulongs.
Faye studied him and for a moment shrugged at the familiarity of his facial features. He reminded her of someone else from her murky past, someone whom she dreamed to forget, someone who, like all the other men in her life save Spike, passed away before her very eyes. But she didn't want to remember him, with his gray eyes and understanding expressions, with his deep sincerity and worldliness. If she had ever felt a true connection with a man it was with him. She was in love with him, she knew she was. He made her feel safe, wanted, he made her feel permanent. Nothing was ever substantial in this world except for him. She loved him, loved him, loved him. She loved him and she lost him, and she did not want to revisit the past.
The current bounty was entering the lounge outside of which Spike's ship was parked. He opened the door and got out, Faye following him, as they leisurely, hand in hand, walked inside of the building.
It was suddenly coming back to her as she walked, the purple nightgown, his kind and understanding eyes. Suddenly, she did not want Spike there. She wanted to be alone, she vied for even the slightest possibility that it was not Spike who was alive but the kindhearted stranger she met in that lavish restaurant that day. He may have been her bounty, she may have meant nothing by her slight infatuation, but time took its toll. She wanted to see him again, but she knew it was impossible. He had died on the floor in her arms, she had to move on, she had to concentrate on the task at hand, on Dominic Dimaggio.
Dimaggio sat alone at a table, talking to a buxom waitress in a miniskirt. The young vixen soon left.
"This is your chance," Spike whispered to Faye.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Go over there and talk to him."
"Me?" she protested, "why me?"
"Men tend to be a little more inviting when they see---you know---you."
"That's wrong on so many levels," Faye shook her head.
"You want me to go over there and shake my ass a little? I mean, I'd love to do it Faye, but I don't our friend would appreciate that too much."
She groaned, "Fine, I'll go. But what are you going to be doing?"
"Surveying the area," he declared, "When you're sure he's unarmed, show me a little gesture, okay?"
"What kind of gesture?" she leaned in.
"Oh come on, figure something out," he said, his gaze already wading.
"Fine, I'm off."
"Yes okay," he smiled, moving away, "me too."
Faye looked at his back, he had gotten lost in the crowd. Some ten seconds later, her was on the opposite side of the restaurant, talking to the blonde waitress.
"Surveying the area, huh?" Faye sighed, "All men are bastards."
Pushing her breasts up, she strolled over to Dominic, sitting alone at the table. Tossing her hair gracefully, she approached and reached for a cigarette.
"Got a light?" She asked with a smile.
"No," he said, looking away from her, "Smoking is repulsive, and smokers disgust me."
"Oh," she awkwardly scattered to dispose of the cigarette, "Me too, this one is for a friend."
She sat down in a chair next to him, leaning her body in such a way that her cleavage shamelessly shone at him. He studied her in miscomprehension.
"It's beautiful here, isn't it?" she smiled.
"Nothing special," he sipped his coffee, "Just like all the other places in this sorry little town."
"I agree," she nodded, "It's pretty beat here. If it was up to me, I'd put a little fun into it."
"Yes," he scratched his head, "fun."
Faye crossed her legs and placed her hand onto his across the table, "Well, if they're not having fun, there's no reason we can't."
He pushed his hand out from underneath her own.
She grabbed for it, "So, what do you say? Would you like to have some fun?"
"Listen," he said, his voice deeply annoyed, "I'm not interested. Since when did they let whores like you facilitate these places anyway?"
"Whores?" She screamed in indignation, "Where do you go off calling me a whore?"
"I understand you call yourselves working girls. It makes no difference to me, I'm not interested."
"I'm not a hooker!" Faye exclaimed, "Listen, you got it all wrong. I'm just here with a friend of mine having fun, that's no reason for you to insult me!"
"I'm sorry, my sister is drunk again," she suddenly felt someone's hands on her waist, she turned to see that it was Spike. His touch made her quiver as he spun her in a different direction, moving his face close to hers and whispering, "What the hell are you doing?"
"He's strange," she whispered back, "it's like he's not interested or something."
"And I bet that's never happened to you before," Spike replied sardonically, "I'm sorry again," he turned towards the man, "I promise she won't bother you any more."
Dominic was wearing a different expression on his face now. It was as if he was a completely different man. He faced Spike with interested, inviting glances.
"Well, you're welcome to join me for a drink," Dimaggio smiled, "If you're interested."
"I'd love to," Spike said, fixating on his target as if he was wooing a woman, "if my sister isn't too much trouble."
"Oh no," Dimaggio shook his head, "not at all."
The next minutes were a blur. Spike and his boyfriend flirted shamelessly, almost to the point where Faye felt a touch of jealousy. Apparently, Dominic was more interested in Spike, silly, dirty Spike, than he could ever be in Faye, beautiful, clean Faye.
"Oh, where do you go off drinking coffee?" Spike laughed, "The night is young, how about a round of scotch?"
"Scotch?" Dominic stared at him, "I don't know, I better not---"
"Waitress!" Spike called, "Get us something to drink, and make it quick."
"Oh but I don't drink," Dominic protested, "I get badly hungover."
"Oh don't worry about that," Spike smiled, "A little prairie oyster and it's all cleared up."
"Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt."
It didn't. Thirty minutes later, Dominic Dimaggio, the established terrorist, the armed and highly dangerous man could no longer control himself.
"It's loud in here. I live nearby," Spike said to Dominic, "if you would like we could continue our discussion there."
"What about your---sister?"
"I can drop her off, and then we can be alone," Spike smiled seductively, "If you know what I mean."
Without thought Dominic agreed. He happily followed Spike out of the restaurant, glancing coldly at Faye. She shook her head as she followed them, poor guy.
As they neared the spaceship, Spike, in a matter-of-fact way, pulled out his gun and pressed it to drunken Dominic's head.
"You're under arrest," Spike said with a yawn.
"A cowboy?" Dominic sighed.
Spike nodded.
"Oh you have got to be shitting me."
"That's thirty five for you and thirty five for me," Spike laughed, as they sat in his spaceship after having redeemed the criminal for their reward.
"That's great, now all I need is fifteen more and we never have to see each other again."
"You must really be looking forward to that," he smiled, "Not seeing my face for another three years.
"Yes," she nodded, "I'm mad at you."
"What do you mean?"
"You could have come up with something more glamorous than 'my sister is drunk,' don't you think?"
"What can I say?" Spike smiled, "I just think you're still bitter that he wasn't interested in you."
"It doesn't count if he's gay," she laughed, "but you, you're a slut!"
"Oh and I'm proud of it too," he smiled, "but I don't like that word, slut. I prefer working girl."
"Men," Faye sighed, feeling a sort of relief.
"Women," he replied.
Chapter 5
"I can't believe we're doing this," Faye smiled, leaning her elbow onto the pavement of Spike's ship, "It's almost like old times, isn't it?"
"Do you mind that or something?" he asked, lighting up a cigarette.
"No," she shook her head; "It's just a little strange to me."
"Well, accept it already and move on," he said, "It won't be like that forever."
Faye looked at him with confusion, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You need fifty million for your spaceship, right?" he asked.
"Right," she confirmed.
"Well, I promised to help you out, just because I'm such a nice boy," he smiled, "but after that, we're going on our own again."
She leaned her head, thinking about what he had said. It angered her, it upset her deeply; she wanted to say something but she held herself back. There was no need in troubling him. She admitted that she had many questions. How did he survive, where he was for over a year, and of course, how he continued living without her?
Her, the mysterious silhouette glowing in the darkness, golden locks of hair, clear blue eyes. Her. Julia.
"Are you okay?" Spike interrupted her train of thought.
"Yes, I'm fine," she assured him, "I'm great."
"Good," he said, because there goes our friend now.
Dominic Dimaggio, a man in his late forties who was linked to several assassination attempts, and at least seven bombings of embassies and military bases. He was considered armed and highly dangerous, not to mention worth seventy million wulongs.
Faye studied him and for a moment shrugged at the familiarity of his facial features. He reminded her of someone else from her murky past, someone whom she dreamed to forget, someone who, like all the other men in her life save Spike, passed away before her very eyes. But she didn't want to remember him, with his gray eyes and understanding expressions, with his deep sincerity and worldliness. If she had ever felt a true connection with a man it was with him. She was in love with him, she knew she was. He made her feel safe, wanted, he made her feel permanent. Nothing was ever substantial in this world except for him. She loved him, loved him, loved him. She loved him and she lost him, and she did not want to revisit the past.
The current bounty was entering the lounge outside of which Spike's ship was parked. He opened the door and got out, Faye following him, as they leisurely, hand in hand, walked inside of the building.
It was suddenly coming back to her as she walked, the purple nightgown, his kind and understanding eyes. Suddenly, she did not want Spike there. She wanted to be alone, she vied for even the slightest possibility that it was not Spike who was alive but the kindhearted stranger she met in that lavish restaurant that day. He may have been her bounty, she may have meant nothing by her slight infatuation, but time took its toll. She wanted to see him again, but she knew it was impossible. He had died on the floor in her arms, she had to move on, she had to concentrate on the task at hand, on Dominic Dimaggio.
Dimaggio sat alone at a table, talking to a buxom waitress in a miniskirt. The young vixen soon left.
"This is your chance," Spike whispered to Faye.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Go over there and talk to him."
"Me?" she protested, "why me?"
"Men tend to be a little more inviting when they see---you know---you."
"That's wrong on so many levels," Faye shook her head.
"You want me to go over there and shake my ass a little? I mean, I'd love to do it Faye, but I don't our friend would appreciate that too much."
She groaned, "Fine, I'll go. But what are you going to be doing?"
"Surveying the area," he declared, "When you're sure he's unarmed, show me a little gesture, okay?"
"What kind of gesture?" she leaned in.
"Oh come on, figure something out," he said, his gaze already wading.
"Fine, I'm off."
"Yes okay," he smiled, moving away, "me too."
Faye looked at his back, he had gotten lost in the crowd. Some ten seconds later, her was on the opposite side of the restaurant, talking to the blonde waitress.
"Surveying the area, huh?" Faye sighed, "All men are bastards."
Pushing her breasts up, she strolled over to Dominic, sitting alone at the table. Tossing her hair gracefully, she approached and reached for a cigarette.
"Got a light?" She asked with a smile.
"No," he said, looking away from her, "Smoking is repulsive, and smokers disgust me."
"Oh," she awkwardly scattered to dispose of the cigarette, "Me too, this one is for a friend."
She sat down in a chair next to him, leaning her body in such a way that her cleavage shamelessly shone at him. He studied her in miscomprehension.
"It's beautiful here, isn't it?" she smiled.
"Nothing special," he sipped his coffee, "Just like all the other places in this sorry little town."
"I agree," she nodded, "It's pretty beat here. If it was up to me, I'd put a little fun into it."
"Yes," he scratched his head, "fun."
Faye crossed her legs and placed her hand onto his across the table, "Well, if they're not having fun, there's no reason we can't."
He pushed his hand out from underneath her own.
She grabbed for it, "So, what do you say? Would you like to have some fun?"
"Listen," he said, his voice deeply annoyed, "I'm not interested. Since when did they let whores like you facilitate these places anyway?"
"Whores?" She screamed in indignation, "Where do you go off calling me a whore?"
"I understand you call yourselves working girls. It makes no difference to me, I'm not interested."
"I'm not a hooker!" Faye exclaimed, "Listen, you got it all wrong. I'm just here with a friend of mine having fun, that's no reason for you to insult me!"
"I'm sorry, my sister is drunk again," she suddenly felt someone's hands on her waist, she turned to see that it was Spike. His touch made her quiver as he spun her in a different direction, moving his face close to hers and whispering, "What the hell are you doing?"
"He's strange," she whispered back, "it's like he's not interested or something."
"And I bet that's never happened to you before," Spike replied sardonically, "I'm sorry again," he turned towards the man, "I promise she won't bother you any more."
Dominic was wearing a different expression on his face now. It was as if he was a completely different man. He faced Spike with interested, inviting glances.
"Well, you're welcome to join me for a drink," Dimaggio smiled, "If you're interested."
"I'd love to," Spike said, fixating on his target as if he was wooing a woman, "if my sister isn't too much trouble."
"Oh no," Dimaggio shook his head, "not at all."
The next minutes were a blur. Spike and his boyfriend flirted shamelessly, almost to the point where Faye felt a touch of jealousy. Apparently, Dominic was more interested in Spike, silly, dirty Spike, than he could ever be in Faye, beautiful, clean Faye.
"Oh, where do you go off drinking coffee?" Spike laughed, "The night is young, how about a round of scotch?"
"Scotch?" Dominic stared at him, "I don't know, I better not---"
"Waitress!" Spike called, "Get us something to drink, and make it quick."
"Oh but I don't drink," Dominic protested, "I get badly hungover."
"Oh don't worry about that," Spike smiled, "A little prairie oyster and it's all cleared up."
"Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt."
It didn't. Thirty minutes later, Dominic Dimaggio, the established terrorist, the armed and highly dangerous man could no longer control himself.
"It's loud in here. I live nearby," Spike said to Dominic, "if you would like we could continue our discussion there."
"What about your---sister?"
"I can drop her off, and then we can be alone," Spike smiled seductively, "If you know what I mean."
Without thought Dominic agreed. He happily followed Spike out of the restaurant, glancing coldly at Faye. She shook her head as she followed them, poor guy.
As they neared the spaceship, Spike, in a matter-of-fact way, pulled out his gun and pressed it to drunken Dominic's head.
"You're under arrest," Spike said with a yawn.
"A cowboy?" Dominic sighed.
Spike nodded.
"Oh you have got to be shitting me."
"That's thirty five for you and thirty five for me," Spike laughed, as they sat in his spaceship after having redeemed the criminal for their reward.
"That's great, now all I need is fifteen more and we never have to see each other again."
"You must really be looking forward to that," he smiled, "Not seeing my face for another three years.
"Yes," she nodded, "I'm mad at you."
"What do you mean?"
"You could have come up with something more glamorous than 'my sister is drunk,' don't you think?"
"What can I say?" Spike smiled, "I just think you're still bitter that he wasn't interested in you."
"It doesn't count if he's gay," she laughed, "but you, you're a slut!"
"Oh and I'm proud of it too," he smiled, "but I don't like that word, slut. I prefer working girl."
"Men," Faye sighed, feeling a sort of relief.
"Women," he replied.