Disclaimer: I own nothing cool, this includes Cowboy Bebop, Coyote Ugly, and Devil went Down to Georgia by the Charlie Daniels Band. Nor do I own any of the liquor mentioned....Wish I did though!

A/N: Everyone seems to think Faye is a stripper...guesses again! It's better, sooo much better! Rating had to go up to potty mouths and potty thoughts. Also mention of alcohol.

The bar was loud, noisy and crowded. People were a crushing wall trying to get to the bar. The waitresses were worn out trying to get through the mass of humanity. The music was loud. The beat drove into your soul till your blood pumped to the same rhythm. Tips were great.

Behind the bar the girls were working like crazy.

"Mindy, toss me the Puckers." Faye turned as the bottle came flying at her head. Catching it as it spun she upturned it into the glass. She felt like a piece of wet cardboard. She knew Spike was going to be here tonight. How should she react? She wanted to throw herself into his arms and let the world go away. Like he wouldn't kill me for that. She also wanted to kill him for not really being dead. Talk about mood swings. Flipping the bottle around she put it back on the shelf. Adding an umbrella and one of those cheesy little swords she took the drink to its owner.

Now there was a nice looking man. He had brown hair and silver eyes. Nice build. His face shone with good humor. Looked to have money. Why couldn't she fall for a guy like that? He was definitely eying her up...Because of him. He was your soul mate... But is he still?

A good-looking guy at the end of the bar signaled her over. He was the total package. Muscles, nice hair, great eyes. "Sweetie, can I get a few of your special shots for the boys over here?" He winked and smiled revealing twin dimples.

Putting on her 'game face' Faye smiled back. "Sure thing babe!" She sauntered over to the wall and grabbed a few bottles and shot glasses. Twirling the bottles expertly and pouring them over her shoulder and behind her back she made the drinks. It was a house special. Turkey, Jack, Yukon and 151. Guaranteed to knock you on your ass. The men whistled and hooted enthusiastically. Flashing a smile and blowing kisses Faye rang them up and collected her generous tip.

There was a group of boys, barely over twenty one near the bar corner. As they ordered a round of shots she smiled lots and asked to see their ID. All of them but one managed to produce it.

"Honey, sorry to say this. You guys can stay till eleven as long as he is eating food. Otherwise you all have to go." Faye stuck her chest out and smiled apologetically.

One boy was bigger and a few years older than the rest. "Do we get you for our waitress?" He looked her up and down suggestively.

Suddenly he was looking down the barrel of a Glock 30. "I think its time you boys left. This isn't a cheesy strip joint or a brothel. Oh, by the way I was doing you all a favor letting you stay till eleven. Don Juan over there changed my mind. OUT. Now." The boys left in a hurry, some of them sporting suspicious wet stains on their pants. Guess the last thing they expected was to have a gun pulled on them. Chuckling to herself she proceeded back to work. They would have to dance soon. Maybe he won't show up.

Right. Do I want him to show up? If I don't see him he's not really alive. But if I know he's alive, I know it's just a matter of time till I start searching for him. I need answers. If they're the wrong answers I'll just have to kill him...Yeah, that works for me.

Does Jet know he's still alive?

"We'll just have to see what happens..."Faye checked her watch and gasped at the time. She needed to get back stage.

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The room suddenly got very quiet. The crowd parted like the Red Sea for Moses. A group of men walked in, decked out women on their arms. Dangerous looking men. Men dressed in red and black. The bottom dropped out of Faye's stomach as she fled to the back room.

The Dragons were here.

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Spike looked around, pretending to be indifferent to the silencing of the crowd. He hated the whole scraping respect thing. Just acknowledge him with a nod or buy him a shot. That's all he asked. Just then Raze's voice broke out.

"I thought this was supposed to be a party! Start having fun people! I'm buying the first round for everyone!" Raze headed to the bar to establish a tab system.

Spike took a seat in front of the bar. Fun? Maybe the Dragons have changed... He ordered a scotch on the rocks from a cute red head. Thinking of hair color made his mind drift between gold and amethyst with cornflower blue eyes morphing to emerald green. Shaking his head to banish the images he looked around.

He heard the strains of an ancient country song start. It had a rousing beat that got everyone moving. His booted feet began to tap. Beautiful girls jumped up on the bar and began to dance.

Devil went down to Georgia

He was willing to make a deal

Cuz he was in a bind, he was way behind

And he was willing to make a deal.

"No shit." Spike had heard of bars like this. It was a chain called Coyote Ugly that had been wildly popular on Earth. For the moment Spike wondered what he was doing rejoining with the Dragons. Oh yeah, they're the first ones who found me and wanted me back. That's not true, I know Jet would have taken me back. But would Faye have done the same?

Beautiful girls jumping on the bar distracted his attention. Raze was right. It was a hot bar. He downed his first of many scotches and ordered a shot. He was going to make the most of the free alcohol. He needed it.

Being male Spike checked out all the girls. Could they dance! He felt the bar shaking under his hands from their foot stomps. It was amazing how fast they could move their feet to the intricate steps. One girl in particular caught his eye. She looked vaguely familiar. Wearing tight leather pants and a tiny green halter, she was definitely a looker. Spike thought that now he could say he knew of two girls who could do that kind of dancing in three-inch spike heels. Faye and this one. Under the neon lights her hair looked a sick yellow black. She was dancing excellent, but seemed preoccupied as if looking for something, scanning the crowd every few steps.

The girl looked at him and missed a step. Catching herself she proceeded with the dance. Her steps had changed. She was stomping harder and louder than before. Her necklace was bouncing wildly on her chest. The girl's feet were getting closer and closer to his drink. Spike thought it was deliberate. Her studded cuff bracelets flashed in the colored lights. She was glaring straight into his eyes as if to burn a hole in his head.

"Oh my god..." Spike's jaw dropped. He recognized that emerald glare. It was Faye Valentine. And was she ever pissed.

The song played on.

Just come on back you son of a bitch

I'm the best there's ever been...

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I know this one is short, but decided to leave you all on a cliffhanger!

And you all thought Faye was a stripper! HA! Proved ya wrong. (I think she's a bit classier than that!) Can you tell I'm very proud of myself for the Coyote Ugly idea?

I'm soo glad to see that people like this one. I'm really trying with it.

Read and Review PLEASE!!