Faye had just finished reading the new issue of Cosmo that had a great article. "Attract his Attention! Change Your Look."
She'd decided that since Julia, Spike's Angel Goddess of the universe was blonde that she herself should dye her hair blonde. If only she could afford some blue contacts to go along with this. Not to mention that most of her lipsticks were bright, and she had always imagined Julia as someone who wore really soft colors that enhanced her already perfect natural beauty.
"Edward, Come help me do something."
"What is it, Faye-Faye?" Ed giggled happily as she leapt into Faye's room. It wasn't often that Faye wanted Ed's help for anything. It wasn't often that Faye even talked to Ed.
"We're going to dye my hair blonde!"
"Dye Dye Dye!"
"Who's dying?" Jet popped his head into the doorway.
"Faye-Faye's hair. Dye Dye Dye!"
"It's a surprise. Get out or you'll ruin it."
Just another of her plans to get Spike to notice her, he thought.
The last one had been interesting. The last one she'd read in Marie Claire was "How to Win his Heart in Three Days".
That one involved asking him to help her with important stuff. There really isn't that much important stuff that Faye Valentine does during an average day. He could open her nail polish bottle if it was stuck or go with her to the races and help her lose all her money. Or maybe if he went out he could pick her up a fashion magazine or some other little thing, but Spike would only do it if she gave him the money up front.
The plan also involved dressing really sexy. Sexier than her usual yellow low-cut halter and short shorts. This involved a short black dress, fishnet thigh-highs, and patent leather spike heel shoes. "Don't get me wrong, she looks really hot, but she's desperate." Jet muttered to himself.
"Desperate!" Ed squealed.
"Spike," Faye said. "Could you help me with this?" It was a bottle of Merlot. "Do you want some?" she said after he popped the cork.
"Nah, I don't like merlot. I prefer Cabernet or Shiraz."
She sat on the couch, lounging sexily with her glass of merlot in her hand. It was a couple of hours later and Faye had drunk half the bottle of wine by herself.
Jet sat in the chair next to her, and she started babbling about everything that she'd done wrong this time.
"It should have been perfect. He opened the bottle. How I know he didn't like Merlot?" She continued drinking the wine and going on and on about her plans.
Spike had left to go out three hours prior to this. He needed his space and possibly; though he hardly ever found anyone that met the rigid standards he held, a quick hook up.
Faye didn't come anywhere close to those standards. She's mean. She's materialistic. She's shallow.
"You're such a good pilot, Spike. Maybe you could show me a few tricks."
What was all that about? She usually berates him for leaving his boxers laying on the bathroom floor or for drinking the last soda even though she'd put her name on it first. Spike shook his head and sipped his whiskey. Faye probably just wants some money. Jet will give it to her. He usually does.
By this time, Faye had drunk most of the bottle of wine. She put her arms around Jet's shoulders and drew him in close to her. He tried to pull away from her, but she held on tighter. She kissed him hard.
"Not like this, Faye."
She wasn't really conscious of where she was or whom she was with. She started to cry. She felt so lonely, so unloved, and so isolated. "Please." She said.
"Faye, no."
She cried harder. He still held her. She felt sick all of a sudden, and ran to the bathroom. He followed her. She threw up three times. He stood behind her, and he held back her hair. She was still crying.
He wiped her face with a towel and led her to her room. She still had her arms around his neck. He tucked her into bed and kissed her on the forehead.
"Sleep well, love." He turned out the light and went back into the living room.
"Faye-Faye, ok?" Ed was hanging from the ceiling."
"Yeah."
"Jet-Jet ok?"
"Yeah, Ed. Time for Bed."
"Ok." She hugged him. "Night-Night."
She went into Faye's room and leaned down over the passed out Faye and kissed her on the cheek.
"Night-Night, Faye-Faye."
Ed watched Faye and Jet talk that night. She knew that Jet loved Faye. Jet Jet loves everyone on Bebop. Faye had kissed him. Did that mean she loved him? No. 'Cause Faye-Faye loves Spike-Spike lunkhead. That's why she drank all what wine and wore that dress.
"Ein, It's just too messy. I love you and that's enough." She snuggled up to the dog and went to sleep.
Jet drank the last of Faye's wine and lay back on the couch. He could have had her completely back here. Well, physically anyway. Emotionally, she had attached herself to Spike, in her own mind anyway. Not to mention, she was completely blitzed. There was no way he could feel good about that. No way at all. No matter how long it had been since he'd had a woman in his bed. How long had it been anyway? Three, four, five years? Who really knew anymore? Too much to delve into, really.