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His eyes followed her reflection in his whiskey glass; the cool liquid stood at a stand still as she swayed her hips towards their prey. Tonight they were after a bounty worth roughly three-hundred thousand woolongs; it was a decent bounty for now. Grabbing his glass; he down the remainder of his whiskey and she snuggled into the booth with the bounty. The bounty had long, greasy, brown hair along with a face full of dirt and grime. How she could even pretend to be interested in the guy baffled him. Tapping the bar, he turned his head slightly so he could see her and the target. The bounty pulled her closer against him and she wiggled in discomfort. Only he could tell that she looked completely disgusted. He inwardly laughed; he would have to tease her later on for this.
He was about to take his cue to go outside when suddenly a glimpse of honey colored hair sat down on the bar stool next to him. His eye darted towards the woman only two feet from him.
Her gold hair was pulled back into a high tight ponytail, and her body was painted with a dark maroon cocktail dress that stopped just mid-thigh. Her face was turned from him; however, from the smell of her perfume and the line of her delicate jaw, he would have mistaken her for a younger version of a certain dead woman.
The mystery woman crossed her legs, propped an elbow on the bar, and place her chin into her palm. It wasn't for another minute, or two, until she turned towards him. Her full scarlet lips twisting into a seductive smile; which led him to her petite nose and hollow green eyes.
"Hi" She leaned over and extended her hand, "I'm Valerie."
He felt a rush of relief when he saw hazel eyes. If she had blue, he was sure it would have been the end of him. He ignored her hand and lifted his glass instead, "Spike."
Her thin eyebrow rose as she drew back her hand, "Spike? What kind of a name is that?"
"Mine." He down the rest of his drink and threw some cash on the bar and pushed himself up. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he made his way to the door whistling as the woman huffed to the other man next to her that 'Spike' was rude. Opening the door, he came face to face with a pair of green eyes. Angry green eyes.
"Took your time?"
She had her hand on her hips, her right knuckle covers in a little blood, and a small cut on her left cheek. He didn't remember seeing her leave the bar, "Where's the bounty?"
"Jet's turning him in now." She let out a sigh and smudged the blood on her knuckles onto a small handkerchief, "At least he was where he was supposed to be."
She reached out and snatched his pack of cigarette from his hand as he pulled them out of his jacket pocket along with his Zippo. Then For a brief second he wondered why he didn't stop her, "That's my last one."
"I'll buy you a new pack." She scoffed as she lit the cigarette and tossed his lighter back to him, "So?"
He knew where this was going. Pushing pass her, he called over his shoulder, "I'm headed back."
"Was she at least pretty?" She followed him, "Still got a thing for blondes, eh?"
He scoffed at her question, "Never had a thing for blondes."
"Mhm."
It was silent for the rest of the way back to the Bebop, until she opened her mouth again, "Was she pretty?"
He stopped at the ramp and turned around, "I didn't talk to her."
He smiled when her nose crunched up, "Why not?"
"Faye." Suddenly, he felt the need to close the distance between them. Hands tucked in his pockets again as he leaned down close to the side of her face and whispered, "If I talked to a woman just because I thought she was pretty, Jet would never be able to get me off this ship."
Standing back up to his full height, he left her standing alone on the dock with her beautiful green eyes wide in shock.
He never really had a thing for blondes, just like he never had a thing for green eyes before now.