Cowboy Bebop Spike Smoking Novels & Stories

“Good girl, Bunny.“ With her mouth still open, I puffed my vape and blew into her. Smoke dwindles around us. I do it to her again and again. Her lips touch mine, but I shove and use my tongue to transfer smoke to her. “Jace—“ Before she could even speak, I smoke shotgunned her again; her eyes started to roll in suffocation. She chokes and pants from the smoke. I had a puff and blew again. I could do this every day. It’s like two-timing my two addictions. Smoking and fucking Ingrid Bishop. I relentlessly do it to her again and again every time she tries to speak. And once I broke it off, she fell to the ground. Insatiable. I am insatiable. “I only heard of smoke shotgunning in the Gang,“ Jaxo

Poppie The party started jumping and I knew I should have left before everyone started showing up. The room was packed with guys and chicks wall to wall. Smoke filled the air so thick a person would swear that something was on fire somewhere. I hung out with Marcus for a bit, sitting on his lap while he played Spades, I was just there to smoke the blunts that were going around. I was feeling lifted as I kept refilling my drink to the point I wasn’t adding any mixer, it was just alcohol. Straight vodka.

“It’s final, Bullet. You ain’t gettin’ shit done until we get our one fifty, capice?” Capice this, dickwad, he’d wanted to say. But he’d counted back from ten. Everything was cool if he could fuckin’ count back from ten. He’d gone to the tat shop. Later. Yeah, that felt right. After the pancakes. “You’re flyin’, alright?” Spike had said. “Come the fuck back down to earth, man, and get us our money, capice?” And then he’d crossed his skinny-ass arms across his fuckin’ Metallica tee like he was ready to throw down or something.

he checked. I reached down, ignoring the heat in my cheeks, and deliberately pushed the waist of my underwear down until the very top edge of my pubic area, right above where my slit started was exposed. "Lower," I repeated, pointing exactly to the spot. "Right there." Spike nodded, he was all business, laying out his clean needles and dark ink. "Small cursive 'A', black. This is going to feel like a very angry bee sting, just FYI." "I took a bullet for this man," I retorted, letting out a nervous, sharp laugh. "I think I can handle a bee sting."

After that, the car sped back to the one place Justin wanted to go. “I guess you haven't had lunch yet. Didn't you?” Justin asked as he rolled down the window. “Don't stop me. My mind is tired.” Celine scowled. “Is our destination a restaurant? If so, I'm voting for the menu. I'm tired of steak and chicken.” “No, it's not a restaurant.” Justin took a cigarette out of his pocket. And began to enjoy the puff and flavor of nicotine on the tip of his lips. “Ah, the Manhattan air is getting stifling.”

she said. As it turned out, Clara was the head bartender at Rowdy’s. She took Kimberly inside and got her a beer and a shot of tequila on the house. Soon Phoebe was dancing with a very handsome guy and Kimberly was left at the bar with Clara. But not for long. The band started up again and a cowboy tapped Kimberly on the shoulder. She took a sip of her beer, gave Clara a conspiratorial wink, and off she went to learn a cowboy dance called the two-step.

Amid our doubt, Big K then chirped. "What was it about?" asked Big K, taking a cigarette. I could see Big K's hands shaking as he lights up his cigarette. Maybe he was neutralizing his adrenaline with nicotine. "Crazy!" said Cole, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from Big K's pocket. "Why didn't you just hit that Arab?" "Didn't you see he was holding a gun?" complained Big K. “Bowie was involved in corruption? This is strange," said Mr. P as he returned to pouring the liquor into the glass and then gave it to Matt.

It had a red straw hanging out of the top of it and it was smoking like it was a campfire. “Thanks. I’ll get this round, guys,” Jacobs said and pulled twenty dollars out of his pocket. “Keep the change.” “Thanks,” Becky said and left. Matt’s eyes went cross as he picked up his beer and stared at the smoking glass in front of Jacobs. “So, Axel,” Williamson began with a smirk. “Are you really going to drink that?” “I don’t see why not. It is . . . unique,” Jacobs said. Matt took a long draw from his beer mug to keep from laughing. Becky came back and sat down a bowl of peanuts and a basket full of condoms on the table.

He let out a sigh as he placed his gun back in his jacket, he was surprised to see that these young folks were part of a gang. “The Silent Spider… What a weird name.” He pulled out the Keg of petrol and poured it on their bodies, and lit a cigarette along with three bikes. Watching everything blow up in flames, he knew the cops would be on their way to the scene. He wore a smile on his face and started off the engine, heading back to the bar.

On the exhale, Tony replied. "T-two-puff pa-pass, cool?" He coughed every other word from the heavy smoke. After a short fit of coughs, Tony shrugged as Dillon took a deep hit and held his breath. "It was a'ight- nothing crazy really, just crazy busy. And my spray gun finally crapped out on me. Then my spare did too- I had to use Tanner's.