InAllRetrospect wrote:
Winnie was trying her best to control her breathing as she leaned against her car. It was a vintage bright red beetle and she loved it with all her heart, even if it did tend to break down every now and again. She looked to Robyn as she spoke in a soothing tone before Winnie reached out to take the cigarette from her, "I think I need this," she told her, taking a long drag before handing it back to her. She wasn't a regular smoker but her frail hands were shaking from fright. It wasn't that Damon wasn't a nice guy, he probably was but he seemed to get a kick out of her scaring her half to death. She bit her lip gently as she looked to Robyn, giving her a slight smile, "I think it'shis favourite obby," she said with a shake of her head before she slipped into te drivers side of the car as she saw the guys come out of the apartment. ~ ~ ~ Kirk quickly found a clean pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt which looked a little rumpled and a leather jacket which he shrugged on. His hair .. well, it would have to do and he spritzed a little cologne before he left. He was the last to leave so he locked up before he jogged down the steps and past Damon, "Shot gun," he called, pushing him out of the way as he ran towards the passenger side of the car. He was a tall, muscular thing. He couldn't fit in the back of her strange little car so he preferred to sit in the front and what did you do to ensure you got the seat in the front? You called shotgun. "Okay so where are we going exactly?" he asked once he was comfortably strapped up in his seat.
Winnie was trying her best to control her breathing as she leaned against her car. It was a vintage bright red beetle and she loved it with all her heart, even if it did tend to break down every now and again. She looked to Robyn as she spoke in a soothing tone before Winnie reached out to take the cigarette from her, "I think I need this," she told her, taking a long drag before handing it back to her. She wasn't a regular smoker but her frail hands were shaking from fright. It wasn't that Damon wasn't a nice guy, he probably was but he seemed to get a kick out of her scaring her half to death. She bit her lip gently as she looked to Robyn, giving her a slight smile, "I think it'shis favourite obby," she said with a shake of her head before she slipped into te drivers side of the car as she saw the guys come out of the apartment. ~ ~ ~ Kirk quickly found a clean pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt which looked a little rumpled and a leather jacket which he shrugged on. His hair .. well, it would have to do and he spritzed a little cologne before he left. He was the last to leave so he locked up before he jogged down the steps and past Damon, "Shot gun," he called, pushing him out of the way as he ran towards the passenger side of the car. He was a tall, muscular thing. He couldn't fit in the back of her strange little car so he preferred to sit in the front and what did you do to ensure you got the seat in the front? You called shotgun. "Okay so where are we going exactly?" he asked once he was comfortably strapped up in his seat.



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