wow you really are just some kind of prince in shining armor i can see why that last chick went berserk for you anyway here's my address meet you in 30 bye
[ The address she gives him is not a residential one. He'll pull up to a well groomed park with not very many people around.
Rose stands at the corner of the curb, a large garbage bag at her feet, phone in one hand and donning her usual perpetually sour and bored expression. When his car pulls up she doesn't even look, just moves to the back and hits his rear windshield. ]
Open up, I'm not sitting up front with this.
[ One way or another the trunk is opened up and Rose throws the bag in the back with little care for its contents. When she finally makes her way up to the front she looks a little disheveled from the process of hoisting the bag into the car.
[Zidane stares at the message for a while, brow furrowed. Weird, he thinks, abrupt! He folds to flattery pretty easily, but he's run a good scam in his day, and he knows when he's being scammed.
This woman probably had an arrest record a mile long, he thinks. But she was hot, and so...
He heads to the address she gave him. It doesn't match the one on the driver's license she'd purported not to need, and so he is unsurprised when he slows to a stop in front of a park. It's a nice park at least, not shady, and he waves to her brightly, either ignorant of or deliberately not paying attention to the look on her face. The knock on the rear windshield makes him jump a little though, and he cranes his head around to look at what she's carrying, even as he pops the trunk for her. Nondescript, suspicious garbage bag, and it's got some heft to it, with the awkward way she's lugging it... his brow knits in confusion and something about his gaze sharpens into something more alert. He isn't really worried, but his whole personality aside, he's no dummy.
Her demand when she gets in the car, as a result, is met with a half-hearted shrug.] Whew, hello to you too!
[He doesn't glance over his shoulder again. Instead he opens his glove compartment, and hands her the wallet — still intact and undisturbed, as he had promised.] See? Told ya. I kept it safe and sound!
[A beat of silence follows this, then he asks, casual:] What was in that bag? It looked pretty heavy. I coulda hopped out and helped you with it!
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i can see why that last chick went berserk for you
anyway here's my address meet you in 30
bye
[ The address she gives him is not a residential one. He'll pull up to a well groomed park with not very many people around.
Rose stands at the corner of the curb, a large garbage bag at her feet, phone in one hand and donning her usual perpetually sour and bored expression. When his car pulls up she doesn't even look, just moves to the back and hits his rear windshield. ]
Open up, I'm not sitting up front with this.
[ One way or another the trunk is opened up and Rose throws the bag in the back with little care for its contents. When she finally makes her way up to the front she looks a little disheveled from the process of hoisting the bag into the car.
Her expression however, still remains flat. ]
Where's my wallet you freak?
[ That serves as her version of 'Hello'. ]
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This woman probably had an arrest record a mile long, he thinks. But she was hot, and so...
He heads to the address she gave him. It doesn't match the one on the driver's license she'd purported not to need, and so he is unsurprised when he slows to a stop in front of a park. It's a nice park at least, not shady, and he waves to her brightly, either ignorant of or deliberately not paying attention to the look on her face. The knock on the rear windshield makes him jump a little though, and he cranes his head around to look at what she's carrying, even as he pops the trunk for her. Nondescript, suspicious garbage bag, and it's got some heft to it, with the awkward way she's lugging it... his brow knits in confusion and something about his gaze sharpens into something more alert. He isn't really worried, but his whole personality aside, he's no dummy.
Her demand when she gets in the car, as a result, is met with a half-hearted shrug.] Whew, hello to you too!
[He doesn't glance over his shoulder again. Instead he opens his glove compartment, and hands her the wallet — still intact and undisturbed, as he had promised.] See? Told ya. I kept it safe and sound!
[A beat of silence follows this, then he asks, casual:] What was in that bag? It looked pretty heavy. I coulda hopped out and helped you with it!