Cowboy Bebop: Eyes Like Mine (Spike x Reader x Vicious)

Chapter Two: Look To The Stars

(Third Person P. O V.)

The waitress found the title as bartender today, looking along the many faces to sway out the door as she'd cock her head to the side, seeing men immediately take the opportunity to light their cigarette once out of the restaurant.

Can it be all that good? Better than cheap liquor and drinks with decorated cherries or olives to top the colorful mixed concoction that was a sure headache and mindless buzz?

She could never be a smoker, as that hobby was left only for the waning souls of the night, searching for ways to stimulate their senses, she thought. More ways to stimulate their senses than they already were.

A way to stir the recesses of their mind, awakening any motives to their dopamine-like rushes of pleasure as one would ever crave.

That's what she believed, as the contamination of her precious lungs with such a foreign substance that was the solid particles of matter was something she always declared to never allow in her life.

Smoking was wrong.

She'd never to become addicted to that, as she felt strongly that all people who wafted to that hobby had bigger struggles in life she couldn't even begin to try to imagine or by chance understand.

This decision was something she could control. To be able to regulate what she would put inside her body to inevitability become restrained to. It was her choice, her own will guiding her to this decision alone.

But, with having just one simple night to pass, that right she'd come to understand, would be taken away all at once.

He blew into her mouth, and as instincts go, she had inhaled such a toxin so blatantly. His words are what stuck to her most, if not for the smoke to stick to her lungs to effect her but the stinging words that left her pondering up until now.

They were cruel, cold and controlling.

"Now you have."

Just what control could she have left to decide before her decisions were spontaneously taken away again by another stranger?

What was exactly in her control still moreso?

She certainly could not control her thoughts, let alone her emotions or reactions to such events.

Could she perhaps trick herself to thinking she had wanted this? Maybe, in that sense, she would have control once again in the series of aimless events to occur in her life.

Trick herself into thinking this all what she had wanted after all, so no true misfortune would ever reach her.

But, she still found herself wanting. Craving answers, talk, a voice of reason to meet her senses as to why it is that night transpired the way it did and why oh why did she crave to see that man again.

Just even the smell of nicotine along the streets could have her turn her head now in slight intrigue as to see the white haired man. But no, there was always a different face to be met.

The substance itself was interesting now to think of, she would conclude later. The alluring inhale of the smoke to stick to her vital organ and waft, her senses a haze and the crevices of her mind relaxed and addicted, she slowly thought once more, that it couldn't be all bad.

Nicotine, it couldn't be so terrible.

Right?

But once thinking twice, she'd quickly click her tongue to her own childlike impudence.

"No, it's not good."

Just as not good as that man was.

But, it still was an interesting thought, at the least.