Cowboy Bebop, Jet/Spike, "Even the losers get lucky sometimes."
For once, Faye had managed to stay away from the sullen, dejected afterparty of the latest missed bounty. If she were honest, she wasn't all that upset. She'd managed to sniff out a lead on a new one - a bigger one - that did a pretty good job at keeping the blues and hunger pains away for the night.
The boys were not nearly as lucky as she. After hours and hours of being docked at this station, Faye and Ed and probably even Ein ready to take off so long ago, Spike and Jet finally stumbled their drunken selves back onto the Bebop. She could smell them coming before they'd even boarded. Then, along with the dull clang of the door closing behind them, came the raucous din of two men who were clearly not as upset as they should have been considering how much money they'd lost tonight. Faye settled into the couch, pouting a little that she wouldn't be able to rub her own good fortune in their faces.
When the pair fell into the lounge, it was all they could do to hold each other up, faces flushed and warm and laughing. Faye was more frustrated than ever, and in a last ditch effort to get the attention back onto herself, she stood in a huff and made to leave for her bunk.
"Woooow~! Ed's never seen two people do that before!"
Faye stopped short, first turning to glance at the young girl who was normally so absorbed in her hacking that Faye often forgot she even existed. But the girl's wide, excited eyes were focused behind Faye, and the laughter on her own face was what got Faye to turn and look at what, for all she knew, might have possibly been enough to scar her for the rest of her life. Or, at the very least, the rest of the evening.
Jet and Spike had collapsed, entangled, onto the couch she had just vacated. Both were out cold, already starting to drool, but Jet's hand was curled so unabashedly around Spike's crotch that it was almost impossible not to believe he'd been stroking it mere moments before. Add to that the fact that Spike's slacks had only ever once looked quite that strained before, and Faye could only think to laugh.
"I guess even the losers get lucky sometimes." Then Faye turned to Ed and said, "I'm going to bed. Make sure you get a picture of them like that. They'll want to remember this one."