flourish_or_perish: ([an] lounging)
They had stopped off on Mars to refuel when the transmission listing the available bounties for today came in. Faye, who was laying bonelessly nearby -- it was half that she was sick, half that she was depressed -- had nothing better to do but read the list off the screen. At least she'd relocated from the only sleeping quarters? Because she'd been hogging those ever since they'd left Titan.

"Alba City?" Faye noted. The bounty was unnamed, but -- "That's less than a mile from here."

"That's less than a mile from here!" she yelled to Din, over the sound of a cattle bell because Big Shot was on, now. On all your screens. Yep. That's what you get for tapping into the bounty network in an unknown system. "You should go get it!"

Leave her here with Stark. Won't be awkward at all.

Awkward conversations and finding out what a twenty-dollar bounty looks like, anyway )

[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome as always, preplayed with [personal profile] thedadalorian and [personal profile] stykera. parts of this are taken from Cowboy Bebop Session 15, 'My Funny Valentine,' and that's a wrap!!]
flourish_or_perish: ([an] smoker)
So, Faye had spent a weekend in space.

She'd hopped from Mars to Ganymede and back again, looking for something that would make all of this feel better and -- unsurprisingly -- coming up empty.

Didn't mean she didn't try, though. Even if it did mean that 'trying' had looked like getting absolutely shitfaced and sleeping in her ship.

Monday morning found her winding her way through Fandom, still a little wobbly on her feet. Given how few unfamiliar faces she encountered as she stumbled her way towards her own apartment, she was fairly confident that whatever the hell had happened, it was over, now. Over enough that she could go back to her own apartment without worry of running into anyone. Especially if she was sneaky about it.

Granted, 'sneaky' and 'still drunk' did not go together great, so she was certainly not being quiet as she tried to fish out her keys from her pocket to get in. The fact that she was holding a flask in one hand and had a lit cigarette dangling from her mouth probably didn't help any, but you know what, Faye was in too much personal pain to pick a lane right now, thanks. Rude of you to ask, narrative.


[for one specifically but it's not like they're the only ones who live in the building if you want to object to the noise or the indoor smoking.]

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