See You Space Cowboy... // Spike X Reader (Cowboy Bebop) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3: Honky Tonk Women

"So, any one of you care to explain why we're up at 4 in the morning?" I asked tiredly at the two men.

A bit of backstory: Jet woke me up and said to get my stuff. I asked why but he went to wake up Spike. So I threw on my shirt, jeans, and boots. Then I grabbed my gun and stretched my limbs.

"Damn, you look good while tired." Spike smirked and threw on his jacket.

"Damn, you'd look good dead." I grabbed my gun and put it in it's holster.

Ok, back to present.

"Prophecy?" Spike asked Jet, both ignoring my question.

"So Charlie says, 'Only hands can wash hands.'. If you wanna receive, you have to give. Something like that." Jet responded. "I wish I can remember the exact words. Anyway, I think Charlie's telling us to just do it."

"Ok, can someone PLEASE tell me why we're up balls to the walls early?!"

"Dreams, sucking up our 5000 Woolongs. The usual." Spike closed his eyes and let the cigarette hang from his mouth.

"Hey Spikey Poo!" He opened his eyes and looked at me pointing to a 'No Smoking' sign. So Spike does what any not normal human does and swallows his cigarette. He stuck his tongue out to show us that it was gone and looked at us with big brown eyes, much as a child would.

Me and Jet shared shared a face of disgust as the elevator stopped. 

"Please shoot me now." I mumbled and walked out to what looked to be a casino.

"You better not play here," Jet gestured towards Spike. "Your eyes are too sharp. They'll kick us out if you win too much."

"Thanks mom, but if you didn't want me to win then you should've brought me here." Spike tossed his cigarette into the ash tray, I silently thanked the man upstairs that I didn't have to deal with a 27 year old idiot digesting a cigarette.

"We need to find our damn target so we eat tonigh- OH HEY LOOK!!!" I ran to a Blackjack table and sat at a stool, watching everyone gamble their money away.

"Newcomer, eh?" I looked up at the dealer, a fairly young and pretty woman with short purple hair and piercing green eyes.

"I guess you can say that." I tapped my fingers on the table, still watching the people gamble their money away.

"Queen makes 21." The men who were at the table groan as someone stood beside me. I looked up to see-

"You mind if I join the game?" Spike asked the woman, to which the woman looked under the table and smirked. Spike returned that smirk and proceeded to play.

20 or so minutes go by and, well, I lost count. All I know is that Spike are the only one sitting at the table with a crowd of people behind him and I'm drinking my sorrows away into a glass of whiskey. The woman is down to her final hand and throws him the cards: 7 of Diamonds and 5 of Spades.

"What a shame, it appears I'm not skillful, and I'm not lucky either."

"Well then what are you?" The woman asked him, both still keeping the same smirks they had on for the last 20 minutes. 

"Not enough liquor can handle this shit." I down the rest of my glass (this is around my fifth glass, I'm flat out drunk by now) and I asked the bartender for another one.

"Long night eh?" I asked him and he nodded. I looked over to the crowd of people and see Spike and the green-eyed woman yelling at each other so I down half of my glass and stumble slightly to them.