A Fresh Start Players: Kajouka, Tambourine Genre: Cowboy Bebop, sci-fi-ish Rating: PG Is this RP open or closed?: Open, but you must SIGN UP! Notes: nope, let's have fun! The bar was only moderately busy. Fayeâ€™s boots clunked on the wooden floor, heavy, sad. She and Jet had been stuck in the wastelands of Mars for two weeks while he repaired their zip crafts and Faye was finally glad to be free of that dump of a fishing boat. Not that she wouldnâ€™t go back. The Bebop was the home she had to return to, although it seemed like a very lonely home with only herself and Jet. Spike had never returned, and while news was slow and scarce, they had received transmissions about the attack on the Red Dragon Syndicate. The details came in waves, sometimes many, sometimes few, but over the two weeks one fact had been painfully clear: Spike Spiegal had died. Reaction to what he had done were mixed: some praised him for toppling the powerhouse of the Red Dragon, others claimed it didnâ€™t matter. Some other syndicate would rise up and take their place. Faye agreed with the latter assessment. She told herself she hated Spike for wasting his life to kill men who didnâ€™t matter, to destroy an enemy who would hunt him but whom they could elude. When Julia died, he should have left with them, instead of taking off on his suicide mission. Yes, she hated him for destroying what was left of their little crew. Jet refused to speak about it, no matter that Faye tried, and he buried his head in the sand by working on the Bebop day and night. The only question Faye had left was if he still cared enough about her to come chasing after her tonight. She hadnâ€™t even stolen any cash this time (but then, they had none!) She sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, hoping that when it came time to pay someone would find her attractive and pick up the tab. she needed a job, a bounty, or some luck at the local track. But to gamble sheâ€™d need money to start and money meant a job. And sheâ€™d learned over the last year that hunting bounties with a crew was easier than going solo. â€œI wish he was still here,â€ she muttered as she lifted the glass of beer. Hate him or not, one thing was certain. She missed Spike.