Post by Tash on Jun 27, 2009 18:04:16 GMT -5
She laughs. It's not derisive, just honestly amused. Tash wasn't the kind of girl who particularly took much stock in what other people thought of her. Not that she didn't care about your basic being presentable and all that. She just didn't do things to make an impression.
She slips into the driver's seat, chucking her bag onto the backseat and putting the key in the ignition. The engine started with a throaty draconic snarl, then proceeded to purr like a panther as she drove them out of the lot.
"Oh, I like my sports cars just fine. I'm Italian; I guess it can't be helped. But classics will always hold a special place in my heart. I bought Bambino off some guy who didn't know what a gem he had. Got it from his dad - almost let him go to rust because he knew nothing about classic cars. He was selling him so he could lease some Lancer. I mean, nothing against the Lancer but when you could have this monster? So he sold it to me dirt cheap. Everything that's been done, I've paid for myself."
One hand pats the dashboard fondly as the other handles the wheel expertly. The interior of the car smells entrancingly and mysteriously of a blend of incense, leather, rain, and just a hint of smoke. His comment draws a crooked little smile from her full lips and she darts a gaze over at him.
"My friend Dominic thinks so too. Funny the way you boys get over me and Bambino caro." Her curious eyes dance a little and then an ida seems to occur to her and she purses her lips for a second.
"So I saw the flyer but I'm still not one hundred percent solid on finding my way around town. I might need some directions. And on the way there, you can tell me what you drive."
She slips into the driver's seat, chucking her bag onto the backseat and putting the key in the ignition. The engine started with a throaty draconic snarl, then proceeded to purr like a panther as she drove them out of the lot.
"Oh, I like my sports cars just fine. I'm Italian; I guess it can't be helped. But classics will always hold a special place in my heart. I bought Bambino off some guy who didn't know what a gem he had. Got it from his dad - almost let him go to rust because he knew nothing about classic cars. He was selling him so he could lease some Lancer. I mean, nothing against the Lancer but when you could have this monster? So he sold it to me dirt cheap. Everything that's been done, I've paid for myself."
One hand pats the dashboard fondly as the other handles the wheel expertly. The interior of the car smells entrancingly and mysteriously of a blend of incense, leather, rain, and just a hint of smoke. His comment draws a crooked little smile from her full lips and she darts a gaze over at him.
"My friend Dominic thinks so too. Funny the way you boys get over me and Bambino caro." Her curious eyes dance a little and then an ida seems to occur to her and she purses her lips for a second.
"So I saw the flyer but I'm still not one hundred percent solid on finding my way around town. I might need some directions. And on the way there, you can tell me what you drive."
