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Nov. 9th, 2004 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaebilityI was futzing around on my computer and generally wasting time when I found an old Cowboy Bebop story that I had written years ago. I'm happy to report that my writing has improved (at least, I think it has) but there are a few things about the drabble that I like. Wish I'd finished it.
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They were on Earth again, another nap for the weary Bebop, another pause for the restless crew. The landed and then split, each going out to explore on their own accord. It’s lonely being a cowboy.
It’s lonely for a cowgirl, too.
Faye skipped merrily down the crowded street, a freshly picked wallet in her hand. The previous owner had graciously filled it with a stack of bills and the credit cards shined with the inner light of money. Faye counted her win with a giggle and silently thanked the dope for wearing such a large overcoat. Victory was sweet no matter how small the win was.
First stop was an elegant little dress store where the manager spoke with a false French accent. Half the money was gone now, but Faye felt better in the slinky black number than she had in her usual outfit. She had slyly purchased a pair of shocking underthings and old fashioned stockings that ended on her thighs. The accent had slipped just a little when she had asked for his opinion, but otherwise the manager had been most helpful. She couldn’t help but snatch a shimmering necklace however, but she figured that she deserved a something special for putting up with Mr. Frenchie. Besides, diamonds had always been her Waterloo.
The sunlight had just started to fade and the coolness of night soaked into Faye’s skin. The black dress didn’t do much for warmth, but if all went correctly Faye would be smashingly hot for the rest of the stay on Earth. With the necklace glimmering around her slender throat and a cigarette being teased between ruby red lips, Faye was damn sure that she’d be successful in her hunt.
She needed time to be a woman again, not just Faye. She wanted embraces and kisses and empty promises with the ability to walk away. Fuck the eternal and screw… Well… just screw! Faye smirked at the sexual inneundo and then again as rather filthy images entered her mind. Exactly. Just like in her golden girl days: a woman’s heart could never find satisfaction in a man’s arms but it still felt damn good. Was she a slut? She cringed even though she hadn’t spoken the world outloud. No, she was a bounty hunter through and through. Search them out, claim their bodies.
The bar was just as she remembered, all blue lights and hazy music. The women who slid in and out of the shadows were dressed as regally as she and she slipt in without making waves.
Her old barstool stood waiting for her. The bartender had changed, but that was to be expected; it had been years she she was last in the Mnemosin. She ordered her usual and lit another cigarette, inhaling the atmosphere and smoke in a long breath.
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They were on Earth again, another nap for the weary Bebop, another pause for the restless crew. The landed and then split, each going out to explore on their own accord. It’s lonely being a cowboy.
It’s lonely for a cowgirl, too.
Faye skipped merrily down the crowded street, a freshly picked wallet in her hand. The previous owner had graciously filled it with a stack of bills and the credit cards shined with the inner light of money. Faye counted her win with a giggle and silently thanked the dope for wearing such a large overcoat. Victory was sweet no matter how small the win was.
First stop was an elegant little dress store where the manager spoke with a false French accent. Half the money was gone now, but Faye felt better in the slinky black number than she had in her usual outfit. She had slyly purchased a pair of shocking underthings and old fashioned stockings that ended on her thighs. The accent had slipped just a little when she had asked for his opinion, but otherwise the manager had been most helpful. She couldn’t help but snatch a shimmering necklace however, but she figured that she deserved a something special for putting up with Mr. Frenchie. Besides, diamonds had always been her Waterloo.
The sunlight had just started to fade and the coolness of night soaked into Faye’s skin. The black dress didn’t do much for warmth, but if all went correctly Faye would be smashingly hot for the rest of the stay on Earth. With the necklace glimmering around her slender throat and a cigarette being teased between ruby red lips, Faye was damn sure that she’d be successful in her hunt.
She needed time to be a woman again, not just Faye. She wanted embraces and kisses and empty promises with the ability to walk away. Fuck the eternal and screw… Well… just screw! Faye smirked at the sexual inneundo and then again as rather filthy images entered her mind. Exactly. Just like in her golden girl days: a woman’s heart could never find satisfaction in a man’s arms but it still felt damn good. Was she a slut? She cringed even though she hadn’t spoken the world outloud. No, she was a bounty hunter through and through. Search them out, claim their bodies.
The bar was just as she remembered, all blue lights and hazy music. The women who slid in and out of the shadows were dressed as regally as she and she slipt in without making waves.
Her old barstool stood waiting for her. The bartender had changed, but that was to be expected; it had been years she she was last in the Mnemosin. She ordered her usual and lit another cigarette, inhaling the atmosphere and smoke in a long breath.