"I’ll hold you to that then." He’s never had the pleasure of mixing wine with coke, but he wasn’t intending on trying it himself. Whatever the lady wants.
As well versed at the fledgling was, he never bothered to memorize anything that he wouldn’t need in the future. So of course, he hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. The blond wasn’t much of a reader back in the day. But might as well indulge her. “Sadly no, I’ve never read it. Or if I have, I don’t remember.” He responds with a sheepish grin.
Interesting name, though he shouldn’t exactly talk considering what his name is. “Pleasure to make your acquiatance.” Helping her to the door, noticing she seemed out of sorts, he offered his assistance. “Do you want to sit down for a minute?”
"Well it's a lovely story. The guy buries his drunk friend alive, in the catacombs below Italy. I recommend it. Anything by Edgar Allan Poe I recommend, really. I like his stories." She loved reading, but only if the reading were somewhat fucked up.Â
"No, no." She shook her head, grabbing onto his arm again, "I'll have time to sit down when we're in my car and I'm driving you to my place." She smiled up at him innocently.
As they made their way out the door, she began to scan down the street for her car. She finally spotted it. Her big, yellow baby. AÂ porsche 918 spyder, "That way-" She pointed in it's direction.Â













