06-16-2016, 03:45 PM
Nox liked his style and couldn't help but grin at his comment about the types of girls they could see.
What had started as a short night in the bar followed by a run had now turned into something with far more potential. And why not, he was in a paradise, a country where his normal rules didn't apply. Nox didn't have his sister nagging at him to behave, and he didn't have a dark demented little sister of sorts to look after. He was free of them all. To be young and stupid. There was only one thing he had to do, and that was keep his power under wraps. So far he was sucking at that - already one stranger knew his secret.
His only other concern was what happened to his sleeping arrangements once the bar closed. Maybe it didn't close, but Dane was already standing and ready to leave. He'd worry about it later, if he had to sleep in the Jeep it wouldn't be the first time.
Nox was thankful the gear was already covered under blankets, didn't need to have the guns in the back out in the open. He should have emptied them out, but too late now. Nox smiled at the bartender. "Put it on my tab. I'll be back to pay up."
He hoped the bartender remembered that he was staying in the safe house. He hated when non-Atharim people worked Atharim safe houses. It was never easy. Another reason to miss Moscow.
Nox lead the way out of the bar and into the sickly heat of Mexico, it was still cool for this time of year, but he was still used to the bitter cold of Moscow. These few weeks on the other side of the ocean had not acclimated him from that. Nox was thankful not to have the hoodie but he missed the comfort it provided. He'd have to deal with it.
The Jeep was nothing spectacular, the black paint had lost it's shine, it had been his fathers before he died. There were a lot of memories stuck in the back seat of that Jeep. It's a shame they weren't what normal teenage boys could claim. No he remembered watching as his mother patched up his father's bleeding arm and gut from a dreyken attack. The blood was everywhere but there was only a dark stain on the floor boards now.
Nox pushed the thoughts away and unlocked the doors with a touch of a button. "She's not pretty but she runs well and she'll get us wherever you want to go."
Nox laughed. "Might want to park a few blocks away if you care about appearances."
Short of the gear in the back under the cover of blankets, it was clean and tidy. Nox had spent the better part of his first night cleaning it out from top to bottom. Nox started the Jeep and retro dance music started blaring from the speakers before Nox turned it down. "Sorry. Where to?"
Edited by Nox, Jun 16 2016, 03:46 PM.
What had started as a short night in the bar followed by a run had now turned into something with far more potential. And why not, he was in a paradise, a country where his normal rules didn't apply. Nox didn't have his sister nagging at him to behave, and he didn't have a dark demented little sister of sorts to look after. He was free of them all. To be young and stupid. There was only one thing he had to do, and that was keep his power under wraps. So far he was sucking at that - already one stranger knew his secret.
His only other concern was what happened to his sleeping arrangements once the bar closed. Maybe it didn't close, but Dane was already standing and ready to leave. He'd worry about it later, if he had to sleep in the Jeep it wouldn't be the first time.
Nox was thankful the gear was already covered under blankets, didn't need to have the guns in the back out in the open. He should have emptied them out, but too late now. Nox smiled at the bartender. "Put it on my tab. I'll be back to pay up."
He hoped the bartender remembered that he was staying in the safe house. He hated when non-Atharim people worked Atharim safe houses. It was never easy. Another reason to miss Moscow.
Nox lead the way out of the bar and into the sickly heat of Mexico, it was still cool for this time of year, but he was still used to the bitter cold of Moscow. These few weeks on the other side of the ocean had not acclimated him from that. Nox was thankful not to have the hoodie but he missed the comfort it provided. He'd have to deal with it.
The Jeep was nothing spectacular, the black paint had lost it's shine, it had been his fathers before he died. There were a lot of memories stuck in the back seat of that Jeep. It's a shame they weren't what normal teenage boys could claim. No he remembered watching as his mother patched up his father's bleeding arm and gut from a dreyken attack. The blood was everywhere but there was only a dark stain on the floor boards now.
Nox pushed the thoughts away and unlocked the doors with a touch of a button. "She's not pretty but she runs well and she'll get us wherever you want to go."
Nox laughed. "Might want to park a few blocks away if you care about appearances."
Short of the gear in the back under the cover of blankets, it was clean and tidy. Nox had spent the better part of his first night cleaning it out from top to bottom. Nox started the Jeep and retro dance music started blaring from the speakers before Nox turned it down. "Sorry. Where to?"
Edited by Nox, Jun 16 2016, 03:46 PM.
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