"This is so sweet of you, Spike. So unlike you." Faye sighed admirably as Spike gave her a questionable look. The two entered the finest restaurant in Mars, Der Fluß. A restaurant where it's 200 woolongs just for a glass of wine. Faye was gorgeous in a white floor long, low cut gown that tied around her beautiful neck. Her violet hair pulled up into a ball with diamond earrings dangling from her lobes. Spike was equally handsome in a black suit and bowtie.
"Are you sure we can afford this?" Faye whispered as Spike pulled out her chair.
"Just relax, baby. Everything's gonna be alright." He whispered back to her. The feel of his warm breath on her neck assured her that they'd be having fun in bed all night.
Spike hopped into his seat across from Faye, sliding something into a jacket and smiling goofily at her.
"What was that?" Faye giggled, eyeing the place that Spike had stored the item in question.
"Nothing." He responded quickly without a second thought. "Faye?" Spike gently placed his hand on Faye's, looking across the table at her in admiration and love. "Not only is today our anniversary but, I also wanted this night to be the official make up night."
"Oh, Spike." Faye responded, "I was gonna say the same thing. I'm so sorry for any pain that I've caused you with that thing with Jet. I just – I love you – so much."
"I love you, too and because I do…" Spike motioned the waiter to come to the table. "I have something for you tonight."
Faye's hands began to sweat and tingle, thinking about what it was Spike had for her. Did it have anything to do with that thing he slid into his jacket? Did he want to break up with her? Did he finally decide to get a real job? GASP! Whatever it was, it was tearing Faye apart inside.
"Your wine, herr?" The melancholy waiter, who looked as if he were in his mid-40's, set the wine on the table.
"What?" Spike asked, his nose scrunched up at the waiter as he poured the wine into he and Faye's champagne glasses.
The waiter narrowed his eyes at the green haired bounty hunter.
"It means 'sir' in German, Spike." Faye retorted, a little annoyed at her boyfriend's ignorance.
"Let me give you a few words of wisdom." Spike said to the waiter, patting him so hard on his back, he almost fell over. "Try speaking English. We're in Mars!"
The waiter walked away, his jaw clenched and his fists at his side. Spike gave a sarcastic shrug to Faye, who crossed her arms, clearly irritated.
"Spike, this is a German restaurant!"
Spike looked at the ceiling, back at the wine, then back at Faye, giving her a guilty smile. "Oh. Ha."
Faye rolled her eyes and reached for her glass of wine before Spike swiped it away before she could get it.
"Nuh uh uh. Not before you kiss me." Spike poked out his thin lips, waiting for the feel of Faye's soft, moist lips. Instead, he felt her index and middle finger press his lips like a button and the drink from his left hand snatched from his hold.
"Oh fine." Spike said, disappointed and realizing that it would take a lot more to keep Faye Valentine away from alcohol.
"Wait – I wanna make a toast." Spike insisted just before Faye was to take her first sip. "To – to us. And new beginnings."
Faye smiled warmly. "To us and new beginnings." She repeated as the couple clinked their glasses together.
"I didn't see it in there, honey." Camilla walked into the living room, empty handed and a face full of sorrow.
"You sit here. I don't want you doing anything too rough." Jet helped his pregnant wife to the yellow couch in the living room. He stood back up, his hands on his hips, obviously in deep thought.
"Where the hell did I put it? I know I put it in the back pocket of my suit."
"Sweetie," Camilla said from the couch, her hand on her now medium sized belly. "You sure you didn't go anywhere else with it? That credit card is very important. If it ends up in the wrong hands, you're screwed."
"Camilla, it has to be somewhere on this ship. I don't remember going anywhere else with it."
Jet flopped down next to his wife, his head in his hands as he scanned the deshelved living room. Camilla placed her small hand on his back, tenderly rubbing and massaged it. "You'll find it. Trust me honey. Don't worry about it. Okay?"
A few hours passed and Faye ordered and enjoyed Der Fluß's famous Halibut while Spike did the same with the Beef Goulash. Tonight had been one of the best nights that the couple had spent together during their long courtship and it felt…well, it felt fantastic. As Spike thought hard about this, he found himself staring at the love of his life.
Faye giggled as she noticed Spike intensively staring at her. "Why are you staring at me?"
"You're so….beautiful….tonight." Spike gave his girlfriend a comforting smile.
Faye looked down at her lap, blushing.
"This has been an incredible night." The handsome bounty hunter placed his hand onto Faye's. "And I wanted to ask you something." Spike reduced his voice to a whisper. "What position would you like tonight?"
Faye stared at Spike as if he were an idiot. "W-what?"
"You know…" Spike looked around the restaurant as if he were cautious about people hearing him. "In bed."
Faye pulled her hand from his, a little disgusted yet a little turned on. Spike could do nothing but laugh. "No but, I want to be with you. Forever. And….I want you to wear this." Spike pulled out a black rectangular box from his jacket and pushed it towards Faye.
Faye stared at the box, then looked up at Spike. Spike motioned for her to open it as she picked to box up and pulled to top up. Inside was beautiful diamond bracelet with a heart shaped charm on the end. Faye's mouth slowly gaped open as she carefully took the bracelet out of its box and admired the gorgeous diamonds that assembled it.
"Like it?" Spike responded, though the answer was obvious by Faye's actions.
She smiled lovingly at her lover, holding the bracelet close to her heart. "I love it! I absolutely love it!" Faye retorted. She slowly reached her neck across the table, waiting for a hopeful meeting with Spike's lips when the waiter arrived with the ticket, placing it between Spike and Faye's almost conjoined lips.
"You're check, SIR." The waiter rolled his eyes and left the table.
Spike scanned the bill, flabbergasted by what he saw at the bottom: 2,000 WOOLONGS!!! He nervously called the waiter back over, slipping him a card from his jacket pocket.
"Debit or credit, Mr…..Black?"
"Erm…*cough* debit." Spike responded quickly, obviously trying to cover something up.
Faye looked confused. "Why did he call you Mr. Black?"
Spike shrugged with a mischievous smile. Faye's eyes widened as she put two and two together.
"Spike! You stole Jet's credit card???"
"I'll – I'll pay him back. Don't worry about it, Faye, okay? Don't ruin our night together, please, baby, PLEASE??" Spike stuck out his bottom lip like a kid. She hated when he did that.
"Fine! Fine, Spike. But if Jet asks you about it, don't look at me."
As Faye and Spike entered the Bebop holding hands and smiling, they were immediately met with angry looks from both Jet and Camilla who were standing at the door with their arms across their chests.
"Hey…guys…" Faye said as she tried to cut the tension that was obviously in the air.
"Spike, what happened to my credit card?"