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[February 11] [Cowboy Bebop] Shopping Trip
Title: Shopping Trip
Day/Theme: February 11 -- a pound of flesh
Series: Cowboy Bebop
Character/Pairing: Jet Black
Rating: PG for mild language
Word Count: 400
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Jet was nearing the street corner when he finally saw the guy. He was young, blond, and nervous, and no matter how Jet tried to look like a casual shopper this bounty-head seemed to know he was being followed.
"Damn," thought Jet. "This was supposed to be easy." The surrounding stores were open but the rain had kept many people indoors, so there were fewer obstacles for his quarry to dodge.
Then the kid sped up as he crossed the street, hitting the next block running, and Jet ran after him shouting "Travis Allen! Stop now, damn it, or I'll shoot you!"
He wouldn't really shoot, in fact he'd be in trouble if he did, but he was hoping Allen would believe it. But he didn't believe it, or maybe he just thought his pursuer couldn't aim, because he didn't even slow down.
Jet was sick of this by now. He just kept running, until his lungs were aching and his legs were weak.
"What the hell, I'm not that bad off already!" But he'd been doing this all week, earning cash for repairs for the Bebop, and he wasn't twenty-two anymore.
Finally Jet had a huge stroke of luck. Travis Allen hit a puddle, slipped, and went down with a yell. By the time he had struggled up to start running again, Jet was on him with the handcuffs.
The local police station credited Jet's card immediately, but it didn't make him feel much better.
"Five thousand wulongs. A jaywalking bounty would pay better than this!"
"You have a complaint, sir?" asked the sharp-faced cop behind the desk.
"Nah."
He flew back to the Bebop, a package in his hands, and sighed as he began to cook. When dinner was ready, Spike and Faye sat down to eat while Jet stood with his apron on, arms crossed over his chest, watching them.
"Garlic beef," said Spike. "With actual beef."
"A little," said Faye.
"Very little," agreed Spike. "You can barely see it."
"Both of you shut the hell up!" said Jet. "I had to save some for Ed and Ein."
"That dog gets beef?" asked Spike and Faye in unison.
"Better than wasting it on you two."
Jet threw his apron down and stomped off. Some people were just damned ungrateful. And he was hungry, with only rice for dinner. But there wasn't enough beef for everyone, even now.
Day/Theme: February 11 -- a pound of flesh
Series: Cowboy Bebop
Character/Pairing: Jet Black
Rating: PG for mild language
Word Count: 400
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rosehipteaJet was nearing the street corner when he finally saw the guy. He was young, blond, and nervous, and no matter how Jet tried to look like a casual shopper this bounty-head seemed to know he was being followed.
"Damn," thought Jet. "This was supposed to be easy." The surrounding stores were open but the rain had kept many people indoors, so there were fewer obstacles for his quarry to dodge.
Then the kid sped up as he crossed the street, hitting the next block running, and Jet ran after him shouting "Travis Allen! Stop now, damn it, or I'll shoot you!"
He wouldn't really shoot, in fact he'd be in trouble if he did, but he was hoping Allen would believe it. But he didn't believe it, or maybe he just thought his pursuer couldn't aim, because he didn't even slow down.
Jet was sick of this by now. He just kept running, until his lungs were aching and his legs were weak.
"What the hell, I'm not that bad off already!" But he'd been doing this all week, earning cash for repairs for the Bebop, and he wasn't twenty-two anymore.
Finally Jet had a huge stroke of luck. Travis Allen hit a puddle, slipped, and went down with a yell. By the time he had struggled up to start running again, Jet was on him with the handcuffs.
The local police station credited Jet's card immediately, but it didn't make him feel much better.
"Five thousand wulongs. A jaywalking bounty would pay better than this!"
"You have a complaint, sir?" asked the sharp-faced cop behind the desk.
"Nah."
He flew back to the Bebop, a package in his hands, and sighed as he began to cook. When dinner was ready, Spike and Faye sat down to eat while Jet stood with his apron on, arms crossed over his chest, watching them.
"Garlic beef," said Spike. "With actual beef."
"A little," said Faye.
"Very little," agreed Spike. "You can barely see it."
"Both of you shut the hell up!" said Jet. "I had to save some for Ed and Ein."
"That dog gets beef?" asked Spike and Faye in unison.
"Better than wasting it on you two."
Jet threw his apron down and stomped off. Some people were just damned ungrateful. And he was hungry, with only rice for dinner. But there wasn't enough beef for everyone, even now.