Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop does not belong to me. It's the property of a large Japanese corporation whose name I can't recall right now, but which I'm sure is very kind and understanding on the subject of borrowed characters. I'll put them back exactly as I found them, I promise.
Author's Note: Much happier with this one, compared to my first Cowboy Bebop fic, possibly because it fills me with evil glee. I think the implications here are pretty clear.
Smoking in Bed
by LG
Spike's cigarette had burned out. "Hang on a moment," he told Jet, contorting to reach the table without rising from his supine position. Shaking a cigarette out of the box, he flicked the lighter and then tossed both aside without worrying where they landed.
"Ready yet?" Jet growled down at him.
In response, Spike blew a plume of smoke into Jet's face and gave him a lazy, devilish smirk. "Go ahead." He laced his fingers together behind his neck and waited.
The forgotten cigarette burned a large hole in the pillowcase before Jet noticed and crushed it out in passing.