Romeo took another drag from his own cigarette and rolled his eyes, still smiling slightly but the asperity becoming a little more evident than before. His ears tilted back and he leaned forward, bracing himself by putting his elbows on his knees.“il hold you to that, but don’t tell me you didn’t see any tricks of mine that you cant do other wise you should of won, I haven’t had a fight like that since, that was awesome I was buzzing for days after that”, he said happerly drinking his second beer.
"Yeah, yeah, keep thinkin' that way... But yeah... I wouldn't have snapped that fast just now if I didn't think you were worth it."
It was a compliment, as strange as it sounded. Romeo very rarely wasted his bullets on someone who he could just as easily take out with his bare hands. Night was a special case - he was the only person he'd ever met besides Tourniquet that could best him at both ends of the spectrum. A thought struck him. It was sudden enough that he froze for a second, deep in thought... Then he pulled out his cellphone again and sent some kind of a text. He clicked it shut within five seconds.
The wolf answered him with a nod and closed his eyes, going into that habitual state of his where he was aware of everything. Night's breathing, any small sound in the room, any change in temperature, any smells... Shampoo... faint. Probably Lizz getting out of the shower. He listened as a slight pitter-patter of paws alerted him to a feral mouse darting among the machinery and cars. It was only when Nightrod spoke again that he flicked his ears forward, but otherwise he didn't move.When he offred him the cigrate night was surprised at the offer but took one with a smile, and lit it with a small blow torch that was on the side table.
“thanks”, he said taking a draw
He said something about Jack getting taken out by the Triads, then about a sort of feud between the smaller gang and the twins - old news. Larger details like this were nothing to Usare's resources. But other than that the archives were empty. Romeo sensed the change in the cat, and began to pay closer attention.
At about this time something snapped in him. He didn't move at all, but there was an almost palpable change in the aura that radiated from him. Before, it had been calm, a little tense from having to cooperate with a former enemy... Now, suddenly, it was cold, bitter... angry. His breathing stopped - he forgot how to. The thought of her... underneath all of them...“one day after seeing lizz out and about took it apone them selfs to come back here and have there way with her agest her wishes”, he couldn’t bring him self around to say gang rape.
He couldn't stand rapists. Every one he found was executed on the spot. Girls weren't sex toys, God dammit... If one liked you, fine... but...
"Jesus..."
He said it more to himself than to Nightrod. It was a small vent for the anger that was already burning away at his chest. The rest was exhaled slowly. Those days were over... They'd gotten their revenge... But now there was still blood to be had of the same breed.
Lizz's voice brought him back, and he looked up at her.. then averted his eyes when he saw that she was in a towel. Nothing was showing of course, but she was still a lady.
"... That would have happened whether I liked it or not but... I'll make sure its as painful as possible."“they have hurt two of my cloest friends, the matter is out of my paws, but I dout I need to say what im about to say, but make sure there end is painful”, he said.
A few moments passed in silence. Then they both seemed to perk up again, and continued in casual conversation. Nightrod had just asked what his favorite car or bike was when Lizz reappeared.
"My favorite? Well for muscle it's gotta be the 1967 Camaro, hands down. But as for my absolute favorite... Lets just say she's pretty damn sleek. ... Like our leading lady here. You look simply ravishing, my dear."
He noticed Lizz about halfway through his explanation - and after that he was just the definition of "cheesy." He took on an English accent on the last sentence, mocking his own nickname. He grinned, obviously happy enough.
An engine revved somewhere in the darkness outside - the vehicle's lights were out, but it couldn't have been fifty feet away. Romeo didn't seem surprised by it at all, instead turning to Lizz as she made her way to her own car with a sly smile on his face.
"I don't think so. But where we're going first is a bit further out of city limits than people usually go... Lots of straightaways..."
He winked. Something was up his sleeve and he knew it. The engine outside revved again, almost mewling, like a creature beckoning to its master... but then it seemed to idle... A door opened and shut. The rumbling of the engine wasn't as fearsome as the tank Romeo had traveled in earlier, but it was unnerving in its own way, like a prowling leopard.
"Just a minute."
And with that he turned, walking out into the dark and disappearing quicker than even his boss could. It took a few seconds, but suddenly the engine outside roared to life again, and the sound of turning wheels hailed its approach. What entered the light thrown by the warehouse and pulled parallel to it was much sleeker than the Tank and much glossier. In the driver's seat, Romeo grinned. THIS was his favorite. His baby. He had one other vehicle, his bike, but this car was by far his vehicle of choice.
"Nightrod, meet Roslynn. She's the favorite I was talking about."
He patted the dashboard of the Black Chevy Corvette Z06 affectionately, and the car seemed to purr with approval.
"So Lizz. I'm sure you don't mind if I take my own car. She so badly wants a playmate to race with... What do you say?"
(Meet Roslynn :3)
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