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With Chris working as a model and Brad without a contract. Brad was back on top as the smart one. He could save money and get scouted at the same time.

Chris felt the need to clarify. It wasn’t being green that was easy. He would never assume to know what being green felt like. The thought was preposterous.

What Chris was saying was that he was easy and it was sometimes difficult wearing green. The tone needs to be correct or it may look sick in the way where you lose weight. Chris was happy with his muscle mass.

This shade of green seemed to work. Did his boyfriend Brad see the difference in what he said vs what was heard? Did Brad appreciate the shade of green of his Speedo? He tried on ten pairs for their neighbor Luke to land on this.

Chris raised his arms to showcase the minimal fabric. Brad saw the difference as well as their neighbor Luke’s naughty nature. It matched his own.

As his boyfriend, Brad always stood behind Chris when things got hard. Seeing the the degree of difficulty mastered in Chris’ showcase pose, Brad offered to get his boyfriends back right then and there. Was that ok?

Chris failed to answer and continued to look for that invisible pencil he dropped while posing for Brad. It was a good thing they took a lot of time to find in the sand. That bend and snap was nothing short of a tease.

They staggered along the dock, ducking behind crates whenever possible, one arm each thrown around the other and clutching at the fabric on one another's back. Faye on the left, Spike on the right, and both struggling. They'd taken turns for who was dragging whom, each with a bullet incapacitating an arm - thankfully not the arms that were wrapped around shoulders or waist to clutch and hold and physically will each other onward.

Faye hadn't been shot before, so her left arm blazed with an agony she had been blessedly unfamiliar with until tonight. Spike's right arm meanwhile throbbed with a pain he had felt time and time again - he'd long since lost track of how many bullets he's taken over the years. But he's impressed by her stamina and she's forever awed by his resilience, and maybe they are continuing on in part just to prove to each other that they can be that tough.

The Bebop isn't far off now, but the sounds of pursuit seem to indicate that their opponents have discovered where they fled to. It's laughable, really, that a gang of kids had somehow got the drop on both of them. But they'd been distracted by their bounty target and hadn't considered the tribe of twelve to fifteen year olds to be a real threat. And in many ways they weren't. It wasn't good aim that had led to Spike and Faye both being shot, it was pure dumb luck by fumbling teens surging with bravado and doing their utmost to defend their benefactor.

Nowhere in the bounty information had a posse of brats been mentioned and Spike was already anticipating chewing Jet out about that while Faye planned to interrogate Ed on how the young hacker had missed that. You'd think Ed would have known about children being trained to hustle and steal, or that Jet's ISSP contact would have known what Fagan was up to on these mean streets.

"We need a distraction or we're gonna get creamed by these brats," Faye hissed, not daring to loosen her grip on Spike's jacket. He had stumbled along at her side to their current location hunkered behind some crates but he'd been practically carrying her from the gunfight initially.

"Distraction is my middle name," He jested in response, fingers tightening on her sweater as he tried to strengthen his handhold on her. She'd been so dazed by getting hit that he hadn't even known if she'd be able to run - though truthfully neither had managed much speed after the adrenaline rush began to taper off and the hurt kicked in.

Neither of them wanted to fire on the youths on their tail. Killing kids was never something any of the Bebop crew was keen on. But they had to do something to thwart the mob from catching up and truly ruining the night. Losing the bounty was no big deal in the long run, that was old hat for them unfortunately. But getting offed by some pubescent street rat was not on either of their to-do lists for today.

"If we split up," Spike started to say, but Faye kicked him in the ankle.

"No way. I don't know if I'm keeping you on your feet or if you're the one enabling me to stand, but if we split up we both go down."

He chuckled, which seemed to indicate conceding the point, and then drew in a deep breath while his thoughts raced. What could they do?

A sudden flare of light from up ahead blinded them both for a dangerous moment. Ideally it had the same effect on the kids hurrying down the dock behind them. From the startled yelps that was indeed the case.

Spike gritted his teeth against the pull on his most recent injury as he used his damaged arm to shield his eyes. Beside him, Faye blinked rapidly to clear her vision but left her damaged arm hanging at her side.

"The hell?" They both muttered.

"This is Sgt Pepper of the ISSP! Drop your weapons at once!" A voice boomed from further ahead. Spike and Faye, both armed but neither actually wielding their weapons, shared a puzzled look as they heard a clatter from back towards the city. There came the sound of several splashes as well - the gang perhaps opting to attempt escape in the water?

No matter. They took the chance at respite and rested against the crates at their back as they waited for the cops to make their way to their location.

"About time I can repay the favor," A familiar voice remarked. "Jet is on his way out with a med kit," Bob announced as he approached the pair. "I was just leaving after dinner, heard the commotion and figured those kids would spook if I blinded them a bit."

"Son of a - we missed dinner thanks to those punks?" Spike was seething.

Faye had gotten hung up on a different part of what Bob had said. "Your last name is Pepper?!"