Daft Punk's 'Revolution 909' vibrated the grounds miles away.
Jet looked over at his pessimistic boss. Spike's head and eyes were straight forward. His back a little hunched. The robust bodyguard playfully punched his boss in the shoulder. "Cheer up, Spike. Maybe you'll find some girls to bring -"
"I'm not here to look at girls, Jet." Spike mumbled, pushing Jet's heavy hand off of his slender shoulder. "I'm just here to get a drink."
Jet heavily sighed and rolled his eyes. "Whatever"
"Tighter, Faye!"
"Jesus, how tight do you want it?!" Faye reluctantly obeyed, pulling the strings of Eunice's corset dress at tight as she could.
"Okay, OKAY! Shit, ya tryin' to kill me!" Eunice turned around quickly, ripping Faye's hands from the strings.
Faye shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Okay, let's go."
Faye and Eunice ran outside to find Faye's driver, Ryan, waiting for them.
"Sorry, we took so long, Ryan." Eunice announced to Ryan, who kept his head and eyes straightforward, trying his hardest not to look at Eunice's flawless tan legs.
"Oh my gosh, Faye! That - That's Spike Spiegel!" Eunice shot her arm across Faye's face and to her window.
Faye looked back at Eunice, a nonchalant look among her beautiful face as she shrugged her shoulders. "And?"
"Come on," Eunice ruffled up her brunette hair a bit. "You know he's the most gorgeous man alive."
"Sure. Look, Eunice, I'm not here to get guys, okay. I just need to....." Faye looked down at her lap, her mind beginning to relapse into Carter. "...to get my mind off of things."
Eunice looked at her violet-haired best friend, placing her hand on her's.
"You'll be okay. I promise." Eunice gave Faye a heart-felt smile. Faye looked up at Eunice. She knew that she could always make her feel better about things.
"Okay." Faye nodded and smiled back.
"Um...Miss Valentine..."
"Oh yes!" Faye jumped, realizing that they'd been sitting in front of the club for about five minutes.
"Thanks Ryan!" Faye shifted out of the car, trying to keep her red cocktail dress down. "Stay in the area so that you can pick us up in a few hours."
"See ya later, Ryan!" Eunice added seductively, hopping out of the car after Faye. As the two gorgeous women exited the car, Ryan wiped his brow with the back of his hand and turned the air on blast.
Jet and Spike sat at in the VIP section in the back of the Club, now completely surrounded by airheaded women. While Jet enjoyed the attention, Spike couldn't stand it. Though one of his major peeves was women with attitudes, it was also stupid women, women that had looks but no brains, whatsoever. Spike rested his left leg on his right and sucked in the sweet nicotine of his cigarette.
"H-Hi M-Mister Spiegel." A girl, no older than 16, walked up to Spike. Her long, red hair, heavy make-up and mini black dress were evidence that she was desperate to look older than she was.
"I-I've seen all your films and.... I think you're-you're a great actor." Spike looked the girl up and down nonchalantly. She was obviously trying too hard to sound seductive.
"Thank you." Spike responded flatly, obviously not wanting to be bothered with the girl. Spike looked over at Jet to see that he was gone. Spike frantically looked to his left and right, the girl before him having a confused looked painted across her youthful face.
"Where the fuck is-"
"Spike! No reason to get all worked up. Hey, all you, shoo!" All the girls scattered away from the VIP table, huffing, puffing, sucking their teeth, etc.
Jet sat back down next to Spike. Spike looked at him as if he were a maniac.
"Where the hell did you go?!" Spike roughly dug his cigarette into the ash tray to get another cigarette out of his breast pocket, lighting it quickly, not breaking his death glare at Jet.
"Guess who I found downstairs?" Jet cracked his knuckles, looking over at his boss.
Spike sighed, rolling his eyes, wondering if this night could get any more worse. "Who?"
With that said, two pairs of perfect, gorgeous legs, one with red pumps, the other with blue, succeeded up the single flight of stairs in front of the attractive male pair.
"Hi." One of the women stuck their hand out to Spike, "I'm Faye Valentine." Her red cocktail dress fit tightly, hugging her perfectly shaped hourglass body. The strapless dress made looking at her figure all the more enjoyable.
Spike gave the beautiful violet-haired woman a smirk that could make any girl's heart melt. "Hey."
Faye bit her lip and looked at Eunice, who was too busy flirting with Jet, and slowly lowered her hand to her side, quickly concluding that Spike wasn't the type of guy that shook hands.
"Well," Spike shrugged at her, his hands in his pockets, "You gonna stand there all night?" Spike's signature smirk returned to his tan face.
"Oh!" Faye slightly jumped, sitting next to Spike on the booth.
Spike hunched over towards to table, upon Faye sitting next to him, putting his cigarette out.
"So..." Faye yelled, trying to make sure she was heard over the loud house music.
"Look," Spike put his hand in front of Faye's face, then lowered it and looked at her. "I've been surrounded by air-headed wenches all night and I'm not here to bond with anyone, or look at women, so don't think that your tits and ass is making an impression on me."
Faye gasped at his, not only rude comments, but blunt demeanor. Faye took Spike's drink, and threw it directly in his face, soaking Spike's face, hair, shirt and jacket. Spike squeezed his eyes tightly and licked the beer from around his mouth.
Faye stood up, grabbing her pocket-book and looked at a shocked Eunice.
"FAYE?!"
"Let's go!" Faye stormed down the stairs and out of the club, swinging her arms furiously.
"Damn, Spike. What did you do this time?" Jet threw his arms up.
Spike shot a "shut the hell up" look at his comrade, his lips so tight together, they looked like parallel lines.
Faye reached the sidewalk and waited for Eunice, her crossed arms against her chest now trembling, due to her fury. She'd gone to this club to forget about everything. Not to be brought back to the past. Eunice finally caught up with her violet-haired friend, embarrassed.
"FAYE?! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! WE WERE HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME!"
"YOU! You were having a good time. That jerk told me that my tits and ass weren't making an impression on him, like I wanted them to. I was just trying to talk to him." Faye looked down. "When he told me that.... the face I saw was Carter's."
Eunice was flabbergasted. She and Jet were flirting so hard that she didn't even realize what was going on with Faye and Spike.
Spike stormed out of the club, still soaking wet from the beer that was thrown in his face earlier. Jet closely followed.
"Spike! Don't do any-"
"Look, wench, you're paying for this suit!" Spike pointed his long, slender index finger in front of Faye's face.
"Get out of my face, asshole. I'm not paying for shit!" Faye pushed him out the way and began walking. She didn't know where she was going but she was going anywhere where her long legs would take her. Spike began quickly walking after her.
"I'm sorry about that, baby," Jet walked next to Eunice, who's arms were crossed against her chest and watching Spike and Faye. "He's just…so tense nowadays.
Eunice shook her head and shrugged. "I think they're both maniacs if you ask me." Eunice mumbled.
"What the hell is your problem?! Hey, don't walk away while I'm trying to talk to you!" Spike quickly caught up with Faye and grabbed her forearm, violently.
"LET GO OF ME!" Faye tried as hard as she could to turn loose of Spike's grasp, but it was too strong.
"No." Spike smirked at her and responded calmly. She didn't want to admit it, but her knees almost turned to jell-o at the sight.
"What the fuck is YOUR problem?! All I did was try to talk to you!" Faye finally snatched her forearm from Spike's grasp.
"No, you did-"
"Yes, I did. But you cut me off with your rude ass comments!" Faye straightened her cocktail dress out by tugging the bottom down.
Right at that moment, Spike couldn't believe all the vulnerability in this woman's face. She looked as if she'd been grieving her entire life.
"Now, if you'll excuse me..." Faye turned on her red heel and began walking to nowhere.
"Wait!... Miss Valentine..." Faye stopped dead in her tracks and slowly turned around.
"Yes?"
"This suit costs twelve hundred woolongs." Spike smirked then headed the opposite way to meet with Jet.
Faye couldn't believe her ears. Her eyes thinned down to little green slits.