"Let's." She wrapped her arm around Ryan's and walked out of the nightclub. No doubt she will be pulling her funding from it in the morning. No one treated her like that, no one.
But for some reason, Ryan's goofy nature was... calming? Refreshing? He certainly was a change from the people she normally hung out with. With a small smile on her face, she led Ryan towards the parking lot and over to her prized possession. A Shelby Cobra. An ORIGINAL Shelby Cobra, numbered, painted in metallic blue, and with the racing strip.
"Please, don' spill any o' dat vodka in my car. I don' wanna 'ave it detailed unless it's somet'ing worth gettin' it detailed over." With that self assured grin on her face she got in the driver's seat and turned the key to start the car up. She revved it up a few times, waiting for Ryan to get in. "C'mon. I know a place we can go to. You'll like it, trust me on dat."
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But for some reason, Ryan's goofy nature was... calming? Refreshing? He certainly was a change from the people she normally hung out with. With a small smile on her face, she led Ryan towards the parking lot and over to her prized possession. A Shelby Cobra. An ORIGINAL Shelby Cobra, numbered, painted in metallic blue, and with the racing strip.
"Please, don' spill any o' dat vodka in my car. I don' wanna 'ave it detailed unless it's somet'ing worth gettin' it detailed over." With that self assured grin on her face she got in the driver's seat and turned the key to start the car up. She revved it up a few times, waiting for Ryan to get in. "C'mon. I know a place we can go to. You'll like it, trust me on dat."