Dude Looks Like A Lady: Page 2

Chapter 3

Faye squeezed her way through the writhing crowd. The popular nightclub was jammed with people dancing and drinking. Faye had heard rumors that Lestor would be here, but so far, she hadn't seen anybody like his picture on 'Big Shot'. She came to a stop a door at the back of the club, a little placard read 'VIP'. "Hhmm. VIP. I'm a VIP." She checks to see if her attire looks fine and then knocks on the door
A small slot at eye level opens. "What do you want?"
"I'm with Lestor's group."
The pair of eyes scanned head to toe. "You don't look like anyone from his usual group."
Faye crosses her arms. "Lestor invited me here. You don't want him to get angry because you didn't let me in, do you?"
The eyes look her over once more, then the slot closes and the door opens. The owner of the eyes points her to a table at the far end of the room.
Faye began to make her way across the room. Her long sequined evening gown was cut just right to show off all her good features. When the light hit her, her skin flared and seemed to ripple revealing that she wore body glitter. Even her legs, which were visible from slits running up both sides of the gown, sparkled. As Faye passed the bar she felt every eye follow her. She knew she had looks to kill, there was no way she would lose this bounty head.
Lestor sat with his back to Faye, he was surrounded by at least 10 women who were all giggling, every so often he would laugh too. As Faye got closer she heard him talk. "And so I said, 'Shut up you hoochie! At least I'm not wearing those stripes. They make you look so fat.'" The group burst into laughs again. Lestor started to speak again, a pronounced lisp made his speech difficult to bear. "I mean, who wears hot pink and green stripes. And with those shoes!" A waiter passes by carrying glasses and a bottle of champagne. Lestor and the women watch the waiter as he pours the champagne at another table. "Damn! He's got a nice ass."
Faye's eyes grow wide. "Shit." She turns and walks back the way she came. The man who let her in the VIP room looks at ther. "Wrong Lestor." She dodges through the crowd outside the VIP room and makes her way to the front door. She walks fast, a bouncer opens the door for her.
Outside she runs into a lanky figure, simultaneously both they growl an annoyed, "Watch where you're going!"
Faye looks up. "You! What are you doing here?"
"Oh. It's you. I guess, by the way you look, that our guy isn't in there." Spike rubs his shoulder where Faye collided with him.
"He's in there. But we gotta go back to the Bebop." Faye grabs Spike's arm and pulls him with her.
"Huh? Ow!"

Chapter 4

"I hope you're going to pay me back for the damage you did to the Bebop. A repair for that kind of mess isn't going to be cheap."
"Don't worry about it Jet. I'm positive that our reward will be more than enough to cover it."
"Our reward?" Spike leans in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. "You're big plan didn't work so you came crawling back to leech off of us when we get the bounty?"
"My plan will work. It just needs a minor change."
Jet scratches his head. "Then why'd you come here."
"Lestor's gay."
Spike and Jet's mouths hang open and then they start laughing their heads off. Spike pauses just long enough to catch his breath and speak. "You didn't know?"
"How was I supposed to know?"
"Faye, it was all over the internet. Even the ISSP bounty contract states it. How couldn't you have known?" Jet wipes tears from his eyes.
Spike turns, standing in the doorway. "I guess that means you're plan won't work."
"Oh. It will work." Faye picks up a suitcase and puts it on the table. She begins rummaging through it's contents.
"What do you have there, Faye?" Jet puzzles over the suitcase's contents.
"It will work cause Spike will take my place." Faye throws a small wad of clothing to Spike.
Spike holds up a pair of bicycle shorts as if they were diseased. "You gotta be kidding." He then looks at the other piece of clothing. "What the hell is this?"
Faye looks up from her suitcase. "A fishnet shirt." She smirks. "It'll look good on you."
"I'm not wearing this stuff." He throws the clothes back to Faye. "I don't need cigarettes that bad. We can just go after somebody else."
Jet steps forward. "I'll do it."
"What?" Spike looks at Jet like he's insane.

To Be Continued