Cowboy Bebop Spike Smoking Novels & Stories

And once more, I wished Javier had been there with me. The last act of the show was Big Rod, and he walked out on stage wearing a pair of ass-hugging jeans and a blue-and-white striped long-sleeve shirt. There was a smattering of applause as our DJ faded out Willie Nelson’s “Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow up to be Cowboys.” Rod stood in the spotlight and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. “Anybody mind if I smoke? If you mind, fuck you.”

when Pam asked her if she needed anything. Chuck stretched back into the booth and sipped on the water the busboy delivered. “What can I get you today, Chuck?” she asked reluctantly. Chuck replaced the toothpick with an e-cigarette. He smoked it languidly while he looked Pam up and down. “Just coffee today, sweet thing,” he said in a sultry, almost lazy manner before adding, “and you, if you’re up for it.”

I bring the joint to my lips and suck in the smoke, holding it for all of two seconds before I sputter on a cough. “Fuckin’ lightweight,” Chase chuckles as he blows out his own smoke, plucking the joint from my fingers and taking another drag. I shoot him a glare as I continue coughing, lifting the champagne bottle from between my knees and taking a sip to alleviate the burning in my throat. As I lower the bottle, Chase snatches it away from me to take another swig, trading me for the joint. “What about Beta Rob, is he gonna be pissed that we’re smoking in here?” I ask, looking down at the joint between my fingers as I bring it to my lips. I inhale and somehow manage not to cough up a lung t

That Wallber name probably opened a lot of doors. I recognized a few of the women in the room who seemed to be in charge of keeping the party going no matter how lame the people hosting the party were. A nervous-looking man was getting a lap dance in the corner. He had a dazed look in his eyes. “You smoke?” The man asked, “I asked for the Blooming Vibes package too.” I grit my teeth and nodded, “Red Haze if you have it.” He scoffed, “For you? Of course. Pipe or paper?”

Starting to make friends. “Fuck off Spike!” Tucker shouts back just as loudly. Oh great, my aim of literally blending in isn’t going well. This Spike who looks just like his name, with spiky bleach blond hair and spikes through his ears stands up looking at Tucker. “Make me?” He smirks with a growl. “I’ll punch your fucking face in that your mouth won’t be able to say another word!” Tucker springs up and threateningly leans on the table.

“I thought all New York bars banned smoking years ago.” “They did . . . the legit ones.” Cootie laughed like a mischievous devil. “If you don’t have your own, Wes sells smokes by the singles. Unfortunately, because of inflation they’re high as shit now. He sells cigars, too.” “Thanks for letting me know,” Bruce said and waved his hand in front of his face quickly to clear the air so he could see. “I need to make the rounds. You be aight?” “Uh, yeah.”

I replied softly. Spike grinned, his fangs peeking out slightly as he leaned in closer to me. "Good girl," he murmured before popping one of the pills into his mouth and slipping the other into mine. Taking a sip of my drink, the pill slid down my throat. Almost immediately, I felt a rush of euphoria wash over me. The music seemed to pulse through my veins, and the lights on the dance floor danced before my eyes. Spike took my hand once more and led me onto the dance floor, where we moved together in perfect sync. Our bodies rubbed against each other, my body feeling every touch like never before as the drug started to overtake me.

Kasen paced his living room, Spike on the sofa with his feet resting on the coffee table, beer in one hand, TV remote in the other. “Kasen, sit down, man. You’re making me seasick with your back and forth.” He stopped and stared at him. “Thanks for your help. Wait ‘til you meet your mate and can’t figure out one goddamn thing. I’ll be there with my beer and remote.” Spike sighed. “You’re making such a big deal out of this. Just take her on a sunset picnic where you’ll have privacy and can do the wild thing again.” The beta pumped his hips up and down on the sofa, humming the apropos song.

Travis POV The jazz music buzzing from the club pounded against my chest, drowning out the thoughts I’d been nursing all evening. I leaned back in the leather booth, nursing a glass of whiskey I hadn’t touched much. Across from me was Smith. He was already halfway through his second round, grinning like the devil. “So…” he dragged the word out, eyes sharp with mischief, “have you been able to bed the tomboy- Chairwoman?” I shot him a glare. “Smith…”

"I'll do it for seventy-five percent of my usual rate and not a penny less!" "You got yourself a deal!" Clarence shook my hand, pressing five whole dollars into it. "Get yourself something real nice for tonight, big star!" I felt like my luck had finally changed. ***June 1918*** "Thought you said cowboys were a thing of the past." I declined the smoke Alexa the Bearded Lady offered, spitting my quid of tobacco out into my empty beer. "Why the sudden change of heart?" "Are you kidding me? Haven't you been paying attention? People want old Americana back! Something to forget the Great War about! The kid is exactly what the people want!"