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Vaquero

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She sucked on the bottle of whiskey again and opened the music box. She tried to remember Gren playing the tune, but it wasn’t the same. Gren had played something else… maybe Faye was growing paranoid every time she heard a music box. Maybe it made her hear things she didn’t know. But the tune was still familiar. She must’ve heard it at some point. Maybe Gren had played another song; Faye couldn’t lie and say she had paid great attention.

She barely noticed the tears welling up in her eyes. She noticed though when one fell down onto the open music box. Unwilling to let herself think about Gren and… him any longer, she snapped the music box shut and put both it and the whiskey bottle back under her mattress.

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Session 2: My Favorite Things

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It was boring on the Bebop when there weren’t any known bounties on the loose. Of course, it had always been boring at a time like this, contemplated Faye, wearing her pajamas and flipping the page of her magazine to continue reading an article about a really annoying girl who had wanted to leave her abusive boyfriend but couldn’t at the time. She finally had after an intervention of sorts.

“And that’s why you stash some poison in the house and put it in his coffee, sweetie,” muttered Faye, scoffing at the article and turning the page with a quiz asking if she was a pet person. “Hell no,” she mumbled. The rest of the magazine was filled with ads for the latest make-up and jewelry and fancy clothes. It made Faye think of the money she had won at the race track earlier that day. She had hit a lucky streak today. Maybe she should go shopping… it’s not like Jet needed her there anyways…

Faye lifted her head out of the magazine and looked around. Through the hum of electricity and the rest of the ship there was the all-too-familiar sound of clippers trimming the bonsai trees Jet cared for so much. Faye stood up. Yeah, she needed a break from the silence of the ship. She’d go shopping.

Tossing her magazine on the table as she passed by, Faye walked casually towards the bonsai room. She peeked in and then leaned against the doorway with her usual carefree style.

“Jet, I’m going to go out for a few hours,” she told him. She felt like she was letting her father know she was leaving. But occasionally, when she left the Bebop, Faye felt somehow obligated to let Jet know when she was leaving so he would know she would be back. Maybe she was reassuring herself that she’d be back.

Jet didn’t move or acknowledge that Faye had even shown up in the doorway except for a little grunt. Faye took that, shrugged, and left towards her room to get dressed, a task she accomplished in a short amount of time before heading towards the hangar.

They were on Mars, of course, a place Faye couldn’t help but associate with Spike half of the time. But right now? Nah, Faye’s mind was where every woman with some cash in her pocket on her way to a clothing store was; it was focused on finding something to buy. Sure, Faye didn’t wear a variety of different clothes, usually sporting her usual yellow shorts and top along with her red sweater, but a woman could never have too many clothes.

After a short trip in the Redtail to the nearest shopping mall, a rather small sized ones with numerous shops Faye had shopped at before, usually when she had lucky days like today.

She wandered aimlessly around the shops for a little while, not positive about what she wanted to buy. There were no casinos in the mall, which disappointed Faye, but at least the clothes there were gorgeous and not overly expensive. She walked over to a section of tank tops, examining a ruffled green one when her comm beeped. Picking it up, she saw Jet’s face and quirked an eyebrow.

He already wants me back on the ship? I just left!

“Faye, I got a tip on a new bounty here on Mars, in the area here in Tharsis City,” he began. “I’ll upload you the information. It’s just a group of regular thugs, but they’re been hitting some major banks lately and are really beginning to get on the police’s nerves. It’s five million if we bring in all five bounties, but only five hundred thousand each if we get less than the whole package. Hurry up and finish up there so we can work out a plan.”

Faye sighed and hung up after assuring that she’d be back within the hour. “So much for my day off,” muttered Faye, hanging the green tank top back on the rack. She examined the pictures Jet had sent her. It was a group of four women and a man. The four girls looked like bimbos, two blondes, two brunettes, each with bright eyes and flirty smiles. The man looked rather disgruntled, but Faye couldn’t say he wasn’t good-looking at all, despite a nasty scar that lined his chin. According to the information, the man, Jergo Dimitri, was a Titan veteran, which probably explained the scar along his chin, right below his smirking mouth. He had pale brown hair, shaved nearly to his skull, but it was still there. They had just recently robbed Mars First Bank. Apparently, the bimbos he carried around with him were rather good with explosives and timers.

Well, this shouldn’t be a difficult catch if they’re just blowing stuff up to get money, thought Faye, tucking the comm back into her sweater pocket.

On her way out of the store, Faye spotted a dress that was just gorgeous. It was black, down to the ankle where it had a slit all the way up to the thigh. It was rather lowcut, but not so much that is screamed that the woman wearing it was easy, it simply would show off whatever woman wore its good points perfectly. A mannequin was wearing it, looking quite sexy for an inanimate object, with a rack with only one dress left below.

Faye marched straight towards the dress, deciding if she was going to spend her money on anything, she was going to buy that dress. Faye wasn’t the only person after the dress though, another woman was walking just as quickly as Faye towards the dress.

Oh no you don’t! That dress is mine!

Faye and the other woman reached the dress at the same time, Faye grabbed the left side of the hangar and the other woman grabbing the right side. Then they both looked up, gasped, and smiled.

“Faye, what a coincidence to see you here,” said Stella, smiling, surprised but pleased.

“I could say the same about you Stella,” replied Faye, yanking at the hangar of the dress. But Stella didn’t let go. “Oh come on Stella, you got the last bounty, the least you could do is give me this dress.”

Stella smiled. “No can do, Faye, this dress is gorgeous, in my size if my eyes don’t lie to me, and on sale.”

Faye shook her head. “We wouldn’t have this problem if we were shipmates,” she pointed out. “I’d gladly let you pay for it in that case.” Stella smiled, but didn’t say anything. Both women were still holding onto the dress, neither daring to let go.

“How about you let me pay for this dress and keep it for myself?” suggested Stella. Faye shook her head and tugged on the dress. Stella tugged on the other side. Soon enough it became a game of tug-o-war with the hangar looking like it was going to snap in two within a few seconds. Before the hangar could break, however, something else would get in the way.

The alarms went off, extremely loud, and the red lights around the shop flashed. There were screams and pandemonium around the shop as the consumers rushed for the exit. But the doors shut down on them. The security system was activated and everyone inside was trapped.

Stella dropped the dress and Faye grabbed for it. But as Stella began to run for the exit as well, Faye grabbed the scruff of her neck and pulled her in the opposite direction. “I have a feeling whoever’s pulling this stunt might just get a bounty on them,” commented Faye. “And I’d personally prefer if I had a little help catching them.”

“A little help?” scoffed Stella good-naturedly. “You mean you need someone to save your butt.” She looked over at the exit through the racks and stacks of clothing and jewelry and perfume. “Then again, I prefer living over than being a hostage, so I’m in.”

With the dress in one hand and her Glock out and ready in the other, Faye hurried towards the back of the store. “There’s gotta be a storage room here somewhere,” she mumbled.

“Why not just get up in the air vents?” suggested Stella. “We can watch and observe whatever happens better from there.”

Faye scoffed. “You’ve been watching too many movies, Bonnaro,” she said. “Air vents don’t always work out that well.”

Stella put one hand on her hip. “If I’m wrong, I’ll let you keep the dress,” she insisted.

“Alright then,” replied Faye, grinning. “We’ll give it a shot then.”

Stella led Faye into the back storage room where they found a vent. They could still hear the screams and shouts of the shoppers in a panic from the back of the store. A few of the shoppers had run away from the front of the store and tried to find places to hide. Then the screams quieted down. Stella and Faye exchanged looks, both noticing the lack of noise. Then they heard a loud, booming voice, as though a man was speaking through a megaphone. Maybe he was using the speakers.

“Hello, shop-goers!” greeted the unknown man’s voice. “I welcome you all here today as my hostages! Don’t do anything stupid and I won’t have to kill you all. My associates will be around the collect all of your communication devices. Oblige and they won’t shoot you.” Faye could tell there had already been one or two shoppers who hadn’t obliged from the gunshots and individual screams. “Now… if you’ll excuse me, I have a phone call to make and a ransom to demand. Toodles!”

Stella groaned loudly as she and Faye heard another gunshot and scream in the distance. “Great. I hope that they don’t kill all the clerks, I really want that dress,” muttered Faye. Stella laughed half-heartedly, considering the situation.

“Call your partner, Jet, once we get into the air ducts,” instructed Stella as she shot a vent off the wall with her gun. “Ask if he knows if there’s any bounty on the guys robbing this place… what’s it called…?”

“Favoritos,” answered Faye, pulling out of her comm device. She didn’t care that Stella was telling her what to do. At the moment she cared more about holding onto the dress and hoping that the punks were worth a hefty sum.

Stella nodded, hoisting herself into the vent. “Right, Favoritos then. We’ll split the bounty in half, alright?”

“Sounds fair to me, as long as I get the dress,” said Faye with a smile. Stella laughed and shook her head. “Alright, alright, we’ll deal with the dress later then,” muttered Faye, setting it down in the storage room as she crawled into the air vent behind Stella.

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“Honey, here are all the cells and other such stuff from the guys in my part of the store,” said a rather beautiful blonde girl to a burly, tanned man wearing a casual white suit and dark sunglasses. He smiled.

“Thanks, dollface,” he replied, sitting down in a chair at a desk. It was the manager’s office in Favoritos, the store which they had just locked down so as to get a fine ransom for the living people they kept. He looked down at the phone in his hand and was prepared to make the call… but then he looked up and the blonde was still in the room. “What’s up, doll?”

The blonde put on a pouty face. “We’re in a damned store for men of all sorts to buy for their women.” She took a long dramatic pause in which she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, showcasing them even further out of her skimpy little top. “You haven’t gotten me anything.”

The man laughed. “Jill, dollface, I don’t plan on paying for anything in this store.”

The woman named Jill still pouted and gave a little huff. “Jergo, you said you were going to get me something nice. I don’t care if you buy it or not, but there are pearls and diamonds and emeralds and sapphires and all sorts of gorgeous jewelry down there. I want some!”

Jergo smiled. “Doll, just go down there and pick out whatever you like. All the clothes, all the jewelry, just pick out whatever you want. Diamonds, emeralds, sapphires, peals…”

“All my favorite things!” squealed Jill in delight. She moved closer to Jergo and gave him a little peck on his cheek before running back out of the room.

Jergo laughed as she walked out. “Women can be so easy to please sometimes,” he commented to himself. He picked up the phone and began dialing.

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“Ouch!” exclaimed Faye as Stella’s foot ended up on the purple-haired woman’s hand. Stella apologized quickly. “This is why I hate crawling though air vents,” muttered Faye. “Too cramped. And they smell. Isn’t there an easier way to catch this guy? Like… just strolling through the store?”

“I wish,” said Stella. “But the first thing I learned when I became a bounty hunter was that to get the big fishes, we’ve got to get our hands dirty.”

Faye frowned and felt a bit insulted that a rookie bounty hunter like Stella was going to try and teach her a lesson. “I knew that, I’m just complaining.” Faye quieted and Stella chuckled from up in front of her. She looked down through some slits and saw a crowd of women in nice clothing and men mostly in casual suits down on their hands and knees while two brunette women walked around them in circles, pointing large guns at them, to make sure they didn’t pull anything.

“So they’re holding the hostages right in front of the main door,” muttered Stella.

“That doesn’t sound too smart. If there’s a gunshot somebody’s going to hear it. Unless the security is soundproof…” Faye trailed off. “Shit. Probably not. Dammit, I should call Jet again, we could use some back-up. He did offer.”

Stella shook her head, even though Faye couldn’t see it. “As much as I’d like to have some back-up, let’s wait until we have secured whoever’s done this before we call in anybody, alright?”

“I said should, I didn’t say I would,” shrugged Faye.

It was silent again as the two women crawled through the vent. Stella continued to look down the slits through the air vent down below, until they should reach an office. Well, at some point. Stella was no expert at this. And soon enough they came to a fork. Stella froze.

“What’s the problem?” asked Faye, not being able to see what was going on; all she could see was Stella’s rear-end and her legs.

“Fork,” Stella replied simply, frowning.

“What do you smell in the one to the left?” asked Faye. Stella scoffed and Faye knew that she must’ve had a strange look on her face. “Just give it a shot, alright?” Stella sighed and moved forward and to the left a bit, sniffing.

“I smell perfumes and colognes,” answered Stella. “And now the right side, I assume?” Faye nodded as Stella turned around and moved back to where Faye was on all fours and then turned back towards the right. She sniffed. “Cigar smoke.” Stella coughed. “Very strong. Cheap, though.”

Faye smiled. Well, that little tidbit came in useful for something! “Go to the right. I assume the perfume and cologne smell is coming from the store considering what they sell, but the cigar smoke probably comes from an office of sorts.”

“Alright,” said Stella, not bothering to come up with an argument.

They crawled into the right side of the fork and Faye could smell it herself as they moved. Cigar smoke, and it certainly was cheap, the kind of thing that not-so-elegant men and women smoked. The big bosses would be the type to smoke fancy cigars, maybe one of the ones from Venus; those were supposed to be pretty good. Faye’s stockings were getting extremely dirty from their crawl in the vent and she grimaced thinking of how she might have to buy new ones; these would surely get torn up.

Good thing we’re in a fracking store where I can buy such things. Maybe they’ll give me a discount if I save their stupid store, Faye thought to herself as she followed Stella through the vents. Stella froze and Faye nearly ran into her butt as she heard Stella pull out her gun. Faye reached for her Glock and watched the sparks fly as Stella shot off the vent and jumped down it. Faye followed suit in jumping and tried very hard not to collapse from the shock in her legs. The ceiling was higher than she had expected.

She had landed in a very green room. The walls were a pale green while the floor was covered in a green that basically looked like fake grass. It was a rather cheap rug, and the room was filled with filing cabinets, quite neatly assembled around the room. The desk in the back of the room, with a window that was on lockdown behind it, was quite nice though, in comparison to most of the rather boring and regulatory things that adorned the rest of the office. On the ground, unconscious but not dying (there were no major wounds at least) was a man in a grey suit and black hair who was clearly the manager of the store.

At the desk was not the manager. It was a muscular, tanned man with just a little bit of hair on his head and wearing a gorgeous black suit. His shiny black shoes were up on the desk casually and he didn’t seem to care that two pretty women were pointing guns at him.

Faye recognized the man, scar and handsome features and all, immediately from the picture Jet had sent her. “Dimitri? Jergo Dimitri?” Faye asked him. The man smiled and Faye took that for an affirmative. “I’m sure the police will be more than happy to up the nice bounty on your head after this little stunt you pulled and we will be very glad to cash in on that bounty.”

Jergo just laughed lightly. “I’m not going quietly, sweeties, and as bounty hunters I doubt you’d want to bring in a corpse, you know that,” replied Jergo, his voice deep and gruff.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find some way to bring you in without killing you, Jergo,” said Stella coolly. Jergo laughed again. He reached for a communication device on the desk, but Faye was quicker than his hand and shot the device with her gun.

“Tough girls, aren’t you?” Jergo said, picking up another one of those cheap cigars he had been clearly smoking, especially considering the condition of the ashtray on the desk. “Not going to give up easily, eh? How about I give you anything, anything at all you want from this store. Diamonds, emeralds, pearls…”

“Sorry, Jergo,” Faye cut him off. “We’re not as easy to buy off as your precious little girls that do your dirty work for you.”

Jergo smiled and just laughed again. He took his feet off the desk and stood up, Stella and Faye’s guns following Jergo as he moved. He had a gun in his hand as well, but he wasn’t pointing it at the girls, instead, he picked up the manager by the scruff of his neck and pointed his gun at the manager’s head. “Now… can I buy you girls off with this man’s life? You have two options. You can set your guns down and go join the other shoppers downstairs… or you can shoot me, which causes this poor man here to die and you lose the bounty on me. Surely, you’ll get some money for my girls, but not nearly as much as you’d get if you got me.”

Dragging the body back towards the desk, Jergo, still smiling (which showed off his Titan scar quite nicely), set the body down for a second, his gun still pointed at the man. He picked up a golden photo frame, the picture hidden to Stella and Faye, but not to Jergo. He smiled at the picture. “Such a pretty wife, and a lovely daughter too!” exclaimed Jergo. He threw the picture at Faye and Stella’s feet, the glass breaking. Inside was a picture of the unconscious man, only he was conscious in the picture, smiling as he held a pretty blonde woman’s hand and a young blonde girl, clearly no older than ten, stood in front of them, one of each of her parents’ hands on her.

Stella’s breath caught in her throat. “Why? Why do you do things like this?” she choked out.

“Doll, if you haven’t noticed the world is full of men and women who don’t do good things, I’m sure you’ve witnessed some of these things firsthand,” Jergo pulled the cigar out from his mouth with the hand not occupied with his gun and blew some smoke out. “I’m one of those men. I’m sure you and your partner have done things you’re not proud of. But I make my life out of doing these things. It’s a dog eat dog world, doll, and I’m doing my best to make my way with what a have, which happens to be a gun and beautiful women, my two favorite things… aside from money, of course.”

Faye blinked twice. She had to do something and quickly. She couldn’t let their bounty just get away and she couldn’t let herself become a hostage. She couldn’t call Jet for help or they’d surely have to kill Jergo. Or at least knock him out. But before they could do that he’d kill the manager.

Screw this, why the hell do I have to get a conscience right now? Faye groaned internally. And then she was struck with an idea.

She smiled. “I like your way of thinking, Jergo, in fact, I more than like it. I love it! It’s brilliant, really,” said Faye, sugar and honey dripping on every syllable. She put her gun down on the ground and walked closer to Jergo. She smiled and crossed her arms, similar to what the blonde woman Jill had done earlier when approaching Jergo, enunciating her breasts. Jergo was distracted for a moment by Faye’s maneuvers.

“Trying to trick me, dollface? It ain’t going to work,” muttered Jergo, his gun still pointed at the manager.

“No, no,” Faye insisted, smiling with her most seductive smile she could pull out. Jergo was actually quite handsome, she examined him, hoping that would usher him to examine her… something that would definitely make him see what an attractive woman she was and how she could be an asset to him.

“Faye?” asked Stella, confusedly. She clearly hadn’t recognized Faye’s plan. Then again, Stella wasn’t the type of bounty huntress to seduce. She tricked people in other ways. This was Faye’s style. Faye turned around, away from Jergo and scowled at Stella, trying to stay in character.

“’Faye?’” Faye mocked Stella. “If you’re not going to agree with Jergo’s philosophy, you can just leave us be. Just set down your gun, be a good girl, go run and play hero as a hostage. A hell of a lot of good that will do you. Jergo’s right, Stella,” Faye walked back over to Jergo, smirking. She winked at Stella, hoping that Stella would understand what she was doing. “It’s a dog eat dog world. Bounty hunting isn’t going to win us much. Becoming a criminal… I’m sorry, that’s such a harsh term… an entrepreneur opens lots of doors closed to those who have morals,” Faye spat the word.

Stella, whether or not she got the idea Faye couldn’t tell, pursed her lips and threw her gun down onto the ground. She made for the stairs and immediately Faye heard a gun cock and a soft female voice lead Stella away from the office.

“Now that she’s gone,” hissed Faye as she moved closer to Jergo, “What would you think of making your crew a little more diverse? You’ve got your two brunettes, your two blondes, what about a gal like me with a little more eccentric hair color?” Faye winked at him, still smirking.

Jergo laughed. “You think I’ll put down my defenses that quickly, doll? You’re dense,” muttered Jergo as he took another puff of his cigar.

Faye was getting frustrated. Sooner or later she would simply have to point the gun to Jergo’s fracking head if she couldn’t get him to believe her acting. “Here, I’ll put the rest on the line, just to remind you how much I’m sticking by you and your philosophy, Jergo,” said Faye, smiling pleasantly and batting her eyelashes as she reached into her sweater pocket. There was no comm device in it.

Shit! What happened? Faye thought to herself about what possibly could have happened. Stella must’ve taken it, the only explanation possible. Damn, that girl is good about sneaking things around.

Faye improvised and threw her sweater down onto the ground. Well, here goes nothing, Faye grimaced on the inside. Even if Jergo was rather handsome, Faye didn’t want to have to pull any moves to get things where she wanted them. She basically jumped onto him, forcing her lips onto his. Jergo was quite enjoying himself and within moments he had whisked Faye off of her feet and moved her onto the desk, his hands moving on her thighs while his lips moved all around her jawline.

The door opened silently and Faye could see Stella standing in it. Using one of her hands and her eyes to show Stella exactly what she had to do (how Stella had managed to get back into the office was another story Faye would have to ask about later), Faye pointed at Stella’s discarded gun. Jergo lifted his face off of Faye’s and smirked at her.

“Glad you can see things my way, dollface,” and he reached for his cigar, taking a drag and then blowing the smoke in Faye’s face. Faye tried hard to make sure she didn’t grimace and tried to appear as though she enjoyed having cheap cigar smoke blown in her face. She pulled Jergo’s face back down for more kisses to distract him. She couldn’t let him notice Stella.

Luckily, the cock of a gun behind Jergo stopped his attempts to pull off Faye’s shirt and Faye took this moment where Jergo froze in shock to roll off the desk and out from under Jergo. She picked up the unconscious manager and dragged him to the back of the room, behind a filing cabinet so that from his position, Jergo couldn’t shoot him.

“Trick’s on you,” muttered Stella, smiling as she picked up Jergo’s gun and tossed it to Faye. Faye caught it and then reached for her own gun, making sure that Jergo wouldn’t be allowed to shoot anything anytime soon.

Jergo groaned. “Of course, tricked by my own weakness. Women, my favorite thing, are the things to turn on me, to capture me. I guess that’s just how things go.” The criminal didn’t sound remorseful whatsoever and wasn’t laughing like he was before. Stella backed up, away from Jergo, after applying a pair of handcuffs to him, securing him. While Faye made sure he didn’t do anything, Stella called up Jet. He promised the ISSP would be there within a few minutes and that he’d be there with them.

“Even with the ransom, since they hadn’t set up a new official bounty, we’re only getting the old promise of five million,” muttered Jet through the comm. “Of course, the life of a hundred civilians isn’t worth anything to them.”

Faye groaned but Stella smiled. “Maybe they’ll give us the dress free?” suggested Stella.

“Us?” asked Faye, quirking an eyebrow.

Stella nodded. “I’ve decided to finally take you up on your offer. You’re right. We could possibly even share the dress if we worked together. If Jet’s still up for it, I’d be glad to join you two on the Bebop.”

Faye chuckled, smiling. “Sounds good to me.”

XxXxX

Jet stared at the two women. All three were located in the main area of the ship, Jet draped over the one chair, his feet stuck up on the table, while Stella and Faye both sat on the couch, the former looking a little shamed.

“So… you didn’t get a discount on the dress?” asked Jet, his voice tense.

“No,” replied Faye defiantly. She clearly didn’t care either way; in the end she had gotten the dress. Well… she would have to share it with Stella, but they had a nice new dress on board.

“And then you decided to buy a pair of diamond earrings, a matching diamond necklace, an emerald jewelry set complete with earrings, necklace and even a bracelet this time, a string of pearls called another necklace and then on top of that another two dresses and three pairs of shoes to match with the three dresses?” asked Jet, clearly wanting clarification.

“Yes?” answered Stella timidly. She hadn’t seen the extremely angry side of Jet, who liked to cherish funds whereas Faye liked to spend them.

Jet sighed and collapsed his face into his hands. “And you two are aware that that cost over four million woolongs?”

“Just get to the lecture already, Jet,” muttered Faye, boredly. She kicked her legs over the edge of the couch and leaned her head back onto a pillow a few inches left of Stella. Jet glared at her and Faye rolled her eyes. “What can I say, Jet? We’re women. Jewelry, shoes, clothes, those are just some of our favorite things. So we bought them. And look! We even saved you a good seven hundred woolongs!”

Sighing, Jet stood up and left the room.

Stella didn’t speak for a moment. She bit her lip and then whispered to Faye, “Is he like this when you do things like this? Every time?”

Faye scoffed. “He’s like this if I spend any money. We earned that money, we deserved to spend it.”

“I don’t know…”

“Look, Stella, Jet’s a great guy, but he’s too overprotective of any money that is earned on this ship. He’s not our father, but he tries. Now, if you earned your own money and then your father lectured you for spending it on other things, what would you say?” asked Faye.

“I would tell him that it was my money?”

“Exactly,” muttered Faye, closing her eyes and preparing for a nap. “It was our money. And women need things like that, jewelry, shoes, and dresses. Just because Jet doesn’t fit into a size two doesn’t mean that he should throw a hissy fit over the usage of our money.”

Stella shrugged. “Whatever.” She crawled into the chair Jet had just been sprawled all over and slipped a pillow under her head. She and Faye both quickly fell asleep.

Walking back towards the room, Jet groaned. “Women. What the hell are they useful for?” His shoulders tense and simply and plainly upset, Jet walked back to his bonsais, muttering under his breath about how useless women were. Before he got far though, two pillows hit him in the back.

“I heard that!” Faye and Stella exclaimed simultaneously.

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Same stuff as last time applies. Reviews and concrit are always appreciated and flames are hated, though amusing sometimes. Thank you guys who reviewed the first chapter, responses are on the ‘homepage’ on my author’s page (aka my livejournal). You might have to scroll down to find them, but you’ll find them. XD Anyways, thanks again folks and now as its 1:45am and I have to wake up in six hours, I will end these author’s notes. I’m going to try and get Session 3 up by the end of the month. If I fail, it won’t be extraordinarily long before the next update. :)

7-19-06