FRAMED - Cowboy Bebop fanfiction

Session 17

{smut warning! If you don't like this kind of stuff please skip to Session 20}

The jazz club was loud, almost painfully loud, but after downing four drinks Quinn had successfully eased herself into the night. She let the music take her away while the smoke filled club filled gave her a pleasurable head rush.

It had been quite some time since she had listened to live music like this. Quinn always found herself to be too busy for the jazz club scene, and even when she did have the time, she didn't particularly enjoy going on her own.

Quinn watched the show lights flicker through the hazy air while the performers played flawlessly along the stage. The club was packed, and Spike and Quinn were lucky to have a seat at a table near the back.

"Spike," Quinn nudged him in the shoulder, breaking him from his music induced trance.

"Hm?" Spike quickly turned to Quinn who was fiddling with her cellphone.

"It's nearly twelve thirty I have to get home," Quinn announced loudly as she began gathering her things. Spike gave her a sour look as she stood up from the table. Her seat was immediately taken by another patron just moments after she had walked around to Spikes side.

"Come onnnn don't be such lame business woman," he teased as he playfully pulled at her hand.

"Spike, I'm being serious," she laughed drunkenly as she swung her bag over her shoulder.

"Come on, walk me outside," Quinn stammered as she pulled Spike out of his seat. Spike was surprisingly eager to follow her. Quinn wasn't expecting him to respond to her tugging so fast, and as his arm followed the movement of her strong pull, her energy shot herself backwards.

Quinn shouted in surprise as she stumbled over her own feet. 

"Careful!" Spike called out as he threw his arm forwards, locking his hand around her outstretched arm before swooping his other hand around her back.

The movement was so swift and so sudden Quinn wondered if it actually even happened. But as she stood there with her weight unevenly distributed between one of her legs, and Spikes arm, she blushed as the romantics suddenly came to light.

"Oh god, whatever would I do without you," Quinn teased as Spike helped her regain her balance.

"Fall over, probably," he mocked. Quinn laughed as she graciously held onto his arm. 

Quinn was horribly drunk, and Spike seemed to be as well, but despite his obvious intoxication, he seemed to be able to be handling his alcohol much better than Quinn was. 

As Spike led her out of the club and out onto the sidewalk, it was safe to say that Quinn's ability to think logically had completely gone out the window. As she allowed the crisp, night air to fill her smoke filled lungs, a sudden adrenaline rush coursed through her veins.

"So what's the move now, boss lady?" Spike questioned as he eyed the passing pedestrians that made their ways down the now almost empty sidewalks.

"I need to sleep, but I reallllly don't want to," Quinn laughed as she continued to keep herself wrapped around Spikes arm.

"Should we get you home then?" Spike asked as he allowed Quinn to lean her weight against him.

"I think so," she nodded as she rested the side of her face against his shoulder. She definitely didn't want to go home; at least not on her own. She knew if she was sober there was no way in hell she'd be hanging off Spikes arm like a child, but unfortunately she was too far gone to even begin to care about her morals.