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[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. ]