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@redroseblues

[bountyhead]

( continued from here )

MY
SMOKES
SPIKE
WHERE ARE THEY

[ she's about to march out there and bop you on the head real good, buddy. ]

Re: @redroseblues

[redroseblues]

I don't know.

I do know these cigarettes I've been smoking suck though.

Do you smoke crappy cigarettes?

[bountyhead]

You think you're real cute, don't you.

[redroseblues]

It's a simple question. I don't see the problem.

[bountyhead]

[ okay fine. that's fine. two can play that game. just give her a second to stomp her way over so she can pounce him right there, arms hooking around his neck as if to put him in a chokehold. probably spilled a bit of that scotch there too, whoops, sorry buddy. ]

Give them BACK!

[ a simple answer to a simple question. ]

[redroseblues]

[ aw shit.

[ He's sat on the sofa with one of her cigarettes hanging loose from his lips, and his phone only lazily dangling in his fingers. By the time he notices her, it's too late, and he's got liquor spilled all over and he's chomping on the filter of the cigarette in his mouth. ]

Hggrgk--! The hell?!!

[bountyhead]

[ The longer he refuses to do as she says the tighter she's going to squeeze her tiny arm around his neck with a startling amount of strength. ]

Who said you could go through my stuff, huh?

[ She notices the brand mark on the clamped cigarette between his teeth and she growls. That was definitely her "crappy" cigarette he was smoking. Here goes the attempt at plucking it from his mouth. ]

I paid for these with my hard-earned woolongs!

[redroseblues]

[ With him being 6.5 Scotches in, he's understandably a little slow on the draw, and his attempts to grab her arms are... futile at best. When she steals the cigarette from his mouth, he coughs when she releases her hold on his throat. ]

What the HELL?! Were you trying to Kill me?! [ He coughs and grumbles back at her, now realizing his clothes are wet with liquor, and he's lost his cigarette. Shit. ]

Yeah, well, consider it rent that you never pay.

[bountyhead]

[ Seeing that her attempt proved triumphant, she unravels her arm and sinks into the cushions beside him, bombastically puffing away on the cigarette. ]

I don't owe you anything.

[ It's only the debt collectors that she truly owes. ]

If you had just asked nicely, I might have let you have one.

[ Whether or not that was true is beside the point. She pauses to give him a long sideways glance and then immediately starts snickering when she notices the wet spots on his clothes. ]

You know they say alcohol is more effective when you swallow it, not spill it everywhere.

[redroseblues]

[ Watching her swan her way onto the sofa beside him, Spike grumbles and scoots back from where she's laid her claim, immediately looking for anything to sop up the spilled liquor. ]

If I had, you'd just have denied me. At least I got a few first.

[ He narrows his eyes at her gloating; like she'd won something. ]

I'm sure there's a lot of sayings that go like that, but I wouldn't know them.

[bountyhead]

A few?!

[ With another growl, this time much louder, she delivers a swift kick to his leg. ]

Where's the rest? Or did you smoke all of them too?

[ She mirrors his glare and angrily puffs away on the cigarette. ]

You realize that you own me now, right?

[ That's when her eyes suddenly dart towards the bottle of scotch. ]

[redroseblues]

[ Yeah, hurting him's definitely going to get you the result you want.

He's curled up in the corner of the sofa nursing his newly-injured leg, glaring at her. ]

I owe you?! [ He laughs, making sure to keep his shin guarded from her, but without keeping his attention from the cherry of that cigarette. ]

You live on our ship rent free, apparently. The least you can contribute is a pack of cigarettes every now and then. I mean, you're free to leave whenever you want. I'll even help pack your bags.

[bountyhead]

[ The way he's nursing that leg draws her eyes away from the bottle long enough to roll her eyes. ]

Oh, don't be such a big baby.

[ She's not even sure why she's still sitting here, listening to him bitch about "rent this" and "rent that". The same exact spiel that Jet gives her almost daily. It's all they ever talk about. Sheesh. What gives? ]

Since when have you paid any rent, Spike? You blow through your share just like the rest of us.

[redroseblues]

[ at Faye's accusation of him pulling his weight, Spike's eyebrow arches ]

Aside from what me and Jet worked out before your lazy ass crashed here, between the two of us, we're still floating. You're welcome, by the way.

[ He grumbles and pushes himself off the sofa to find something to mop himself up with. ]

Me and Jet have an agreement. You just caught on like some kind of suckerfish. We were fine before you showed up, we'll be fine after you leave. You wanna make yourself useful? Stop whining.

[bountyhead]

[ Hey, he might pull his weight but she's never seen him "pay rent" and that's where her point stands. But she won't push it anymore. She realizes it's futile to argue with him about it. And the more he goes on, the less she really listens to him because that scotch has her name on it. ]

Yeah, yeah. We both know you'd miss me if I left.

[ And what perfect timing! He gets up to do whatever and it gives her the opportunity to reach over and snag the bottle up by the neck. Just one quick swig and she's successfully infiltrated his stash. ]