Jet sat there without emotion, he didn't know what to say to her.
"Why are you telling me this, Alex? You didn't have to." He said. She shook her head.
"No, I didn't want you to blame yourself for what happened back in the alley. If I hadn't acted so naïve, it wouldn't have happened this time. The first time it happened I realized what happened too late to help myself. Before I knew it, he had me subdued and he was…" she said as she trailed off. Jet bowed his head in sympathy.
"Yea, but tonight. If I hadn't left to find ammunition, I would've been there to bust him before he had you tied up and gagged. Therefore I can say it was entirely my fault it happened almost a second time." he said practically arguing with her.
"Jet, if you want to take the blame so bad, go right ahead. It won't help the situation." Alex said to him. He looked up at her. She was sitting, facing away from him, in a fetal position on her bed with her knees pulled up to her chin and her arms wrapped around her folded legs. Jet inched his way next to her and then wrapped his arms around her.
"Alex, he's locked up and he'll be locked up for a very long time. It's over. He can't hurt you anymore and even if when he did get out, he came after you, he'd have to deal with me first." Alex looked to him. She cracked a smile and leaned her head back on his shoulder.
"You're too good to me Jet. It's like I never lived before I came here. Now I have incoming money and friends; it just so great to be here doing this. It's like a dream or something." She said with a sigh. She moved around to face him and he stood. She stretched her legs out and he took a seat in an armchair next to the foot of the bed.
"Ah, it's all for a good cause I suppose." He said as he sat down and began to relax. She smiled and picked up her guitar again. She began to strum the strings again as Jet pulled his silver harmonica out of his pocket. She smiled and started playing the one song they both enjoyed together. it was the song she wrote the first night she came to the Bebop, 'Don't Bother None'.
"Readin' my paper in Ray's café, the old guy next to me's as loud as day;" she sang as Jet played quietly in the background under the sound of both her voice and guitar. "Grumble and grumble while eatin' his pie, he dropped his wallet and now it's mine uh huh." She continued. They played the song all the way through and at the end. They both smiled and then stopped. By this time, it was almost half past eleven.
"That was great Alex, we should record that." He said as he wiped the harmonica off and pocketed it again.
"Yea, I think I'd like some more instruments on it though. Definitely some drums, a piano, and who knows what else." She said as she put the guitar in its case and shoved it under the bed. Just then, there was a bang from outside. It was inside the ship, but not too far from Alex's room. The two looked at each other and pulled their guns.
"Don't make any noise." Jet said as he cocked his pistol. Alex nodded and did the same. He slowly got up out of the chair and went towards the door. Alex rose to her knees to get a good stance before she fired her gun as Jet flicked off her bedroom light. Heavy footsteps could be heard echoing through the door that was cracked open.
"Didn't you lock the door when you came in?" Alex whispered.
"Shut up and yes I did!" he scolded under his breath. With his back against the wall and his gun in his left hand, he reached for the door with his right. The footsteps seemingly thundered out in the living area and stopped just outside Alex's door. By this time, both Jet and Alex were sweating and nervous as to what was going to happen next. The suspense was killing them both, more Alex than Jet. She was still uneasy from earlier at the bar and was ready to just pull the trigger over and over and shoot through the door and whatever or whoever was behind it. Her hand was shaking by now and Jet turned to look at her.
"Calm down, you'll be fine." He whispered as quietly as he could. Sweat dripped down his forehead as his right hand latched onto the doorknob and was ready to pull it open. With a nervous gulp, he pulled the door open as fast as he could and swung around to point his gun directly between the eyes of the person standing there. In return, he also was greeted with a gun barrel square between his eyes. Alex's hand stopped shaking and held her gun firm, pointed directly at the figure holding the gun to Jet's head. It was too dark to tell, but no one had fired a shot or made any physical contact with one another. The two stood there with guns pointed and ready to fire for at least a minute or so before she heard a stomach growling. She realized it was hers and hoped it didn't distract the two that seemed to be facing off.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing on my god damn ship?" Jet asked angrily. The other figure dropped his gun from Jet's forehead and holstered it. Alex saw and arm reach around the side of the doorframe and flick on her light.
"Jet, you are too overprotective of this piece of junk." A somewhat recognizable voice said with a slight chuckle. The light came on and Alex could see Jet pointing his gun straight between the eyes of a tall and somewhat thin man, a few years older than her. He was wearing a blue suit and had brown hair with a slight greenish tint to it. Jet's eyes went wide and he threw his gun to the floor. It bounced twice before stopping with a clang each time it hit the metal floor.
"GOD DAMN YOU SPIKE!!!" Jet screamed. He was angry and Alex could tell.
"Yea, nice to see you too." He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes and lit one up.
"Don't do that again. I was ready to pull the trigger!" he said as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "Gimmie a cigarette."
"Why are you telling me this, Alex? You didn't have to." He said. She shook her head.
"No, I didn't want you to blame yourself for what happened back in the alley. If I hadn't acted so naïve, it wouldn't have happened this time. The first time it happened I realized what happened too late to help myself. Before I knew it, he had me subdued and he was…" she said as she trailed off. Jet bowed his head in sympathy.
"Yea, but tonight. If I hadn't left to find ammunition, I would've been there to bust him before he had you tied up and gagged. Therefore I can say it was entirely my fault it happened almost a second time." he said practically arguing with her.
"Jet, if you want to take the blame so bad, go right ahead. It won't help the situation." Alex said to him. He looked up at her. She was sitting, facing away from him, in a fetal position on her bed with her knees pulled up to her chin and her arms wrapped around her folded legs. Jet inched his way next to her and then wrapped his arms around her.
"Alex, he's locked up and he'll be locked up for a very long time. It's over. He can't hurt you anymore and even if when he did get out, he came after you, he'd have to deal with me first." Alex looked to him. She cracked a smile and leaned her head back on his shoulder.
"You're too good to me Jet. It's like I never lived before I came here. Now I have incoming money and friends; it just so great to be here doing this. It's like a dream or something." She said with a sigh. She moved around to face him and he stood. She stretched her legs out and he took a seat in an armchair next to the foot of the bed.
"Ah, it's all for a good cause I suppose." He said as he sat down and began to relax. She smiled and picked up her guitar again. She began to strum the strings again as Jet pulled his silver harmonica out of his pocket. She smiled and started playing the one song they both enjoyed together. it was the song she wrote the first night she came to the Bebop, 'Don't Bother None'.
"Readin' my paper in Ray's café, the old guy next to me's as loud as day;" she sang as Jet played quietly in the background under the sound of both her voice and guitar. "Grumble and grumble while eatin' his pie, he dropped his wallet and now it's mine uh huh." She continued. They played the song all the way through and at the end. They both smiled and then stopped. By this time, it was almost half past eleven.
"That was great Alex, we should record that." He said as he wiped the harmonica off and pocketed it again.
"Yea, I think I'd like some more instruments on it though. Definitely some drums, a piano, and who knows what else." She said as she put the guitar in its case and shoved it under the bed. Just then, there was a bang from outside. It was inside the ship, but not too far from Alex's room. The two looked at each other and pulled their guns.
"Don't make any noise." Jet said as he cocked his pistol. Alex nodded and did the same. He slowly got up out of the chair and went towards the door. Alex rose to her knees to get a good stance before she fired her gun as Jet flicked off her bedroom light. Heavy footsteps could be heard echoing through the door that was cracked open.
"Didn't you lock the door when you came in?" Alex whispered.
"Shut up and yes I did!" he scolded under his breath. With his back against the wall and his gun in his left hand, he reached for the door with his right. The footsteps seemingly thundered out in the living area and stopped just outside Alex's door. By this time, both Jet and Alex were sweating and nervous as to what was going to happen next. The suspense was killing them both, more Alex than Jet. She was still uneasy from earlier at the bar and was ready to just pull the trigger over and over and shoot through the door and whatever or whoever was behind it. Her hand was shaking by now and Jet turned to look at her.
"Calm down, you'll be fine." He whispered as quietly as he could. Sweat dripped down his forehead as his right hand latched onto the doorknob and was ready to pull it open. With a nervous gulp, he pulled the door open as fast as he could and swung around to point his gun directly between the eyes of the person standing there. In return, he also was greeted with a gun barrel square between his eyes. Alex's hand stopped shaking and held her gun firm, pointed directly at the figure holding the gun to Jet's head. It was too dark to tell, but no one had fired a shot or made any physical contact with one another. The two stood there with guns pointed and ready to fire for at least a minute or so before she heard a stomach growling. She realized it was hers and hoped it didn't distract the two that seemed to be facing off.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing on my god damn ship?" Jet asked angrily. The other figure dropped his gun from Jet's forehead and holstered it. Alex saw and arm reach around the side of the doorframe and flick on her light.
"Jet, you are too overprotective of this piece of junk." A somewhat recognizable voice said with a slight chuckle. The light came on and Alex could see Jet pointing his gun straight between the eyes of a tall and somewhat thin man, a few years older than her. He was wearing a blue suit and had brown hair with a slight greenish tint to it. Jet's eyes went wide and he threw his gun to the floor. It bounced twice before stopping with a clang each time it hit the metal floor.
"GOD DAMN YOU SPIKE!!!" Jet screamed. He was angry and Alex could tell.
"Yea, nice to see you too." He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes and lit one up.
"Don't do that again. I was ready to pull the trigger!" he said as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "Gimmie a cigarette."