“You’re quite talented at that, aren’t you?”
“Well, I learned when I was little. And much better at it to be honest. Now i’m rough at this hula dancing. I mean, I used to throw fire in the air, but now I can just hula dance.. But every time I go back to Hawaii, I see the girls do it and it brings back memories.”
“I am, not even gonna lie. Back in the olden days, I use to play poker with all my friends and I’d win every time because I knew the strategy and and I was the one who shuffled the cards usually. But, I was never a cheater, You here that? Because I can already here you assuming I am. Just because you probably can’t win in any card game.”
“This? It’s honestly easy. But some people just say it’s complicated and stuff because they don’t use their brain. Truth, not being a heartless bitch. But, I am one either way you put it. Now that I told you this, you can’t go telling people I hack into websites and phones, all those things. I can end up in jail, and if I hear you put me their. I swear I will shove my foot up your ass so hard, it’ll come out of your mouth. Got it?”
Ricky raised his eyebrow, amused. "You used to juggle fire?" He asked, even though she already just said she did. "That's freaking insane? I mean, my hips don't work like that, and I'm Hispanic. I literally can't hula hoop to save my life, so, you got me there. Why do you keep a hula hoop around to begin with, huh? To stay not rusty?"
"Shut up, that's not what I'm thinking at all." Jacob retorted as he moved some of the ashes of his cigar off the table. "My co-workers were just curious, they usually leave their wives and girlfriends at home, because they don't know a lick about poker. When I told them I was inviting you, they thought they'd have all your money by now." He couldn't help but scoff at the idea, now that it was backfiring on them. "And, I'll admit I had my doubts. I can promise that all worry has long since disappeared. We might have to make you a regular, though."
"Why would I tell anyone you're dumb enough to hack into shit? Even saying it aloud right now could have the cops busting in and taking us both to prison." The guy rolled his eyes at the mistrust between them. Despite their odd friendship, they never stopped hanging out that first day they met doing community service hours. "Still... thank you... My brother's teacher is a racist dick, and because of an accurate paper he wrote on Ceasar Chavez, apparently my brother didn’t deserve the long standing A+ he's had in that class." Vesper explained calmly, even though the whole thing pissed him off. "Seriously, however much you're asking for, my older brother is willing to pay for your... help. We all are." Vesper's youngest brother, Jorge, was the only hope the Espinosa clan had at one of them ending up in college. Getting the best grades possible was the only way for that to happen.