The morning after. Estacado's Penthouse (Feat. Lara Croft, Sara Pezzini, and Jackie Estacado)

After last nights events, Lara bunked her friend on her sofa and Nottingham had oddly agreed with the Tomb Raider on this. As usual time change or not, the brash Brit was up early. Being quiet as to not awaken the cop, Lady Croft slipped into her kitchen and began to make a pot of coffee. Hazel orbs peered about her new pad. It was nicely furnished in Italian decor. This made Lara figure at one point and time Jackie himself had used it. But now it was hers paid in full, however she was still in the man's debt. If he asked something of her she had to do so. Breakfast sounded lovely, and so the Surrey woman began to make some. Eggs, toast, hash browns and some sausage. Soon the stylish kitchen played in black and silver colors was alive with sounds and smells. Yes Lara had finally learned how to cook decently over the years thanks to being tutored by Hillary.

She was exhausted, her limps overwrought from the previous night's incident. Sara woke from her mate's couch with a groan and cracking one eye, she looked to her cell phone. 'Wonderful," the woman thought, 'twelve messages.' She could feel the pressure building in her department like a flame about to erupt, and Sara was running out of answers to give them. Standing with a dejected look upon her face, Detective Sara Pezzini rolled her neck and sleepily walked toward the smells of food. She exited the room and her shadow trailed across the floor blocking out the sunlight behind her. The brunette looked bruised and tired, her dreaming state filled with unsettling dreams. "What the hell is that?" Sara joked pressing her palms against the island counter, "Hey! I remember that's food isn't it? And what are you supposed to do with that stuff again?" The detective smiled to Lara enjoying their private joke. "Good morning Lara, have any developments?"

A slight chuckle as the still dressed in pajamas, namely white bottoms and a white tank-top Brit looked to her friend," Yes it is food darling and you eat it." Carefully slender fingers cracked an egg into the frying pan," How do you like your eggs Sara?" A moments pause as the sausage was turned," There's some Orange Juice in the fridge, seems my annoying Brother is good for something after all." A snicker," Food shopping." Lara gestured over to the twin silver doors of the kitchen appliance," Has all sorts of good things in it. From Asian to good spirits." A ding sound alerted the Raider to the coffee," Could you turn the dinger off?" A nod of loose auburn waves towards the right counter corner as she managed the stove with some skills," Well, our little tiff last night made the morning paper. However, good news no one knows it was us." Lara hummed around a moment," Well besides ourselves and probably someone else." The Brit was all to sure that the nosey little pestling had reported back to His Master for sure. Oh well, what would he care. Probably be mad he missed the fun," Also I called Terry, he said he could get some supplies and be ready when we need him to wire Irons' pad." Idly the Tomb Raider fixed the eggs currently in the pan to Sara's liking," How did you sleep?" Down shift to a bit of small talk.

"Over easy," Sara offered to the seemingly domestic Brit. Green orbs infused with yellow spotted the coffee maker and brightened in approval. "God if I ever needed a cup of that. today is the day." Pezzini walked around the counter clicked off the dinger and after peeking though half a dozen cabinets she spun, "Where in the hell are all the..." she began to ask as the archaeologist stood smirking and holding out a porcelain mug. "Thanks, she grinned, gingerly taking the cup with embarrassment. "You know this town has gone straight down the toilet." Pouring the warm beverage into the mug, Sara resumed her lean on the counter. "I slept just fine, don't you worry. That couch is more comfortable then it looks, "she lied not wanting to frighten her friend. "Tell me," Sara rested her elbow on the granite surface and arched a brow, "what kind of an arrangement did you have to agree to, that got Jackie to buy you a place like this?"

Nod and a chuckle," Sorry, I'm getting use to finding things as well." The Brit finished up the woman's eggs placed the on a plate added hash browns and sausage and sat it on the counter. Then the British Cook began to work on her own eggs," How so? "Came a curious tone about the City having gone down hill. Lara's stomach was growling immensely, however her eggs were taking their sweet time to scrabble," I don't believe you dear. That sofa looks horridly uncomfortable, but I have yet to see the state of the guest room so therefore it was the best I had to offer." Finally her eggs were done. On bare feet the Archaeologist padded over to the fridge and snagged the ketchup bottle before plopping down next to Pez. Orange Juice was the current drink of the morning for Miss Tough as Nails as she poured herself a glass, took a sip and looked to Sara," He didn't buy it for me. I bought it from him." A moments pause to get some food into her stomach," And well, there were two parts to this deal," first part the nice two grand now sitting in His bank account and the fact if he wants something from me or of me I have to comply." Hazel orbs stared a moment at her friend," To put it in Laymen's terms I'm in the pocket of the Mafia." Lara ate now awaiting what Sara would say, do and react.

The Witchblader rubbed the palm of her hand into the hollow of her eye trying to walk herself up a bit. Sipping the black coffee, Sara relaxed a bit with the subtle burn down her throat. "I wouldn't worry about me Lara, you know I'm like a bad penny I always turn up." She referred to the couch and her unspoken exhaustion. "Well what with the Darkness, Nottingham, Irons, and that strange guy with all the gadgets. Not to mention a visit or two from the Hellspawn Al Simmons. Christ all we need now is a international hitman to start whacking cops. I'm surprised that we haven't had to ransack any tombs in Afghanistan or something. I mean, what else could go wrong with this investigation?" The detective shit up realizing she was taking out way too much on the poor girl after all she did make breakfast. "Sorry." She muttered, stuffing eggs into her mouth. She nearly choked at the mention of mafia ties, "Jesus Christ Lara?!" Sara spoke in a muffled bit covering her food filled mouth with one hand. "Are you sure that's safe?"

Lara mused," You know me and trouble darling." She didn't have to say any more, Sara would get her drift. The Brit listened intently, while satisfying the needs of her stomach," Sara, Sara you should know by now I always attract the interesting folk." Sarcasm, and yet it was truthful she did have that habit indeed. The Brit remained in silence for now, allowing Sara to ramble, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her full lips," You must get wired fast Pez." The woman's mouth was going a mile a minute and Lara was using all her power to keep from laughing outright," hasn't that happened before? Here? The whole hitman cop business?" brow arched," Nothing to be sorry about darling." A slender hand patted Sara's shoulder before chuckling," Well, considering I single handedly took down the Chicago mafia I'd say I'm peachy good." A wicked grin crossed her lips," Plus, dare I say that I do believe Mr. Estacado has taken a liking to me?" she snickered, "Not much he can do about it though." Eyes drifted out the window a moment," At least he can't spy on me so easily during the day. You have no idea how difficult it is to allow those annoying creatures of his to walk your every move and having to be nice to them" A shrug of shoulders," At least when I tell them to go away now they usually do.. I think." backing to eating again," Hmm."

It was Sara's turn to laugh this time and her face lightened as her mood lifted a bit. "You do have a way with men, and words Lara." She finished her breakfast, eating quickly as per her military training. She was still dressed in her clothes from the previous night and was badly in need of a shower. "Let me get the dishes while you grab a shower, I know I look like hammered shit, but cleaning usually clears my head and I have a few things I need to settle first. With that, the detective picked up her plate and set to work at the sink. She was humming a tune as she scrubbed the soiled dishes, and after a bit the tune broke into a few words here and there. Sara was singing a tune in Gaelic, a language taught to her by her mother, just before she passed out of her life. And the brief translation of the tune was: 'Oh she's my dear, my darlin' one her eyes a' sparklin' full of love. No other, no other, can match the likes of her. Oh she's my dear my darlin' one her life was bright and simply spun. I love the ground she walks upon, my darling Irish girl! It was odd, true. But then Sara was prone to the strange and unusual.

Again the Brit mused," I know I do." Wink. She stood," If you insist, I'm not much for cleaning anyhow." She shrugged and headed towards her room down the hall," I won't be long." With that the woman disappeared. Lara emerged into her room, it was the largest of the three that the pad housed. Also it was furnished in white. Lara was a bit of an old soul when it came to bedroom decor. White was best. bare feet moved along the plush carpet to her wardrobe and shifted through her clothing. After a few moments of consideration the Bombshell chose jeans and a tanned t-shirt with a v-neck. After a nice warm shower the Tomb Raider emerged back into her room and got dressed, braiding her long hair in the usual fashion before slipping on her boots and of course snagging her holsters on her way out of the room," So Miss Sunshine what is on the agenda today?" Legs crossed at the ankles as Lara leaned against the doorway frame into the kitchen.

Sara was finished with the dishes and working on her third cup of coffee. Turning to listen to the cheeky Brit, Sara rolled her neck. "Agenda? The only thing on my current list is a shower. I have off work today, so I was thinking. a little recon work? While you were in the shower Jake gave a call and said we should check out the latest crime scene. Ever hear of a woman named Danette Boucher? Apparently she's a bigwig in the fashion industry and one of her girls has just wound up dead." Sara licked her lips placing a hand on her hip, "Our boys thought she was a hooker until one of them recognized her from a photo layout in Vogue."

A brow arched," Recon work? I can go for that." The Brit strolled into the kitchen," Danette Boucher? Hmm. Sounds familiar.." A nod," Ah yes, I've heard of her by rumors and reputation only." A slender hand held slung the belt which held her weapons across her shoulder," I'm sure you could find something in my closet to snag if you like." Her free hand gestured down the hall," And you are more then welcome to use my shower and so forth." The Brit now poured herself a cup of coffee," Just don't get lost in the shower, it's rather large." A chuckle," Makes me wonder what exactly Jackie used this particular pad for." Snicker," It's quite nice, really but I sense the presence of parties and other interesting goings on." Lara amused herself and then chuckled," Doubt he took part in any of the interesting goings on. Yes and I know I shouldn't be so prissy about his small problem, but it gives me something to toy with him at." She was rather mean and she knew it too. Hence her love for a good tease, even if it did get her into serious trouble at times. or mixed up with strange men.

Pezzini looked to her freshly washed mate as she finished her coffee waiting for her response. "Thanks for the loan, I hope your things fit me, after all you are a bit. top heavy?" Sara nudged her friend in the side as she chided her. "At least you don't have to deal with legs like these! It's impossible to get a pair of jeans that fit." Strolling down the high polished hardwood floor, the detective laughed. Stripping herself of the soiled clothes, she stepped into the steamy bathroom and started one of her own. Upon surveying herself, Sara noted that her torso was covered in bruises and small abrasions. The rest of her body somewhat tenderized as well. The warm water soothed her muscles and although the lure to stay in the shower was as compulsive as a heroin addiction, she reluctantly got out. Padding barefoot toward the bathroom, and donning a soft towel, Sara opened the walk in closet and began to survey the wardrobe. "Who boy," she smirked holding up an outfit by it's hanger. "Never do anything small do ya Lara?" She spoke to herself.

Jackie pondered some things for a minute, images of Lara popping in and out of his mind. He was still insecure about her having a place which was under his name. She was dangerous and very quick to draw her weapon, even at the place she lives at. Hopefully no one would come give her a visit while she was out in New York. The purpose of the penthouses were of course for when he wished to lay low for a while from everyone but now he had one less hiding spot. He wasn't too far from the place by now... approximately five minutes or so away from it. His body speeded across the highway at about 110 mph... speeding tickets would soon be in order but if he ever got caught by a cop while on a motorcycle then he'd give up driving forever. Hopefully she'd be ready for his arrival because if she wasn't then... Too bad. But then again it wouldn't hurt if she was in her "Comfortable" clothes.

Lara was busy shifting through a newspaper," Top heavy?" Hazel orbs eyed her friend oddly," Yes, well at least when I save the world I go in more then a metallic bikini." Wit matched for wit. The Brit laughed, the shrugged )," Well, those jeans seem to fit your legs don't they?" A free hand gestured to Sara's current assemble before returning to the newspaper looking for anything of interest to them or the case. Idly the Tomb Raider sipped her coffee, so far it seemed this was going to be a fairly simple easy going day. No one to muck it up so to speak," Hmm." She discovered the page on the murdered model and read it carefully, looking for anything that might stand out about the missing artifacts. Irons had to have them, who else would? Jackie completely said no involvement from the Mafia end. Lara had suspicions she was missing something here indeed. But what," Hmm." A sound of thought as she sipped at the steaming liquid.

the Kawasaki Bajaj Eliminator 175, it was a piece of work really and was quite capable of doing speeds he couldn't even handle on the bike normally without the heightening changes of the Darkness. Either way though, he was there now... five minutes was up and now he'd go check up on Lara and his beloved home. He parked the bike a little ways away from the place then ran towards the estate. The place was quiet, as it always was though. His foot steps made no sound as he walked along. And hopefully she wouldn't hear him cause she was the violent type to shoot first and see who's there after. Once at the main doorway he pulled out his set of keys. The keys loudly jingled but hopefully since it was coming from the door, if Lara had heard then he'd presume that she'd expect it to be him and no one else.

In the end however, Pez decided to go back to her apartment to clean up and get a few things she would need to go do some recon work. Lara moved from the kitchen to the sitting room area which housed two good sized white leather sofas. The Brit made herself comfy on one and sipped idly at a newly poured cup of coffee. For a brief moment hazel orbs fell to the watch strapped to her left wrist. Sara lived clear on the other side of NYC from here. She would be gone for a while. For a moment the Tomb Raider pondered the many ways to waste this time frame. Perhaps a go at the punching bag would be a splendid idea indeed. Standing Lara made her way to her room and changed her clothing from blue jeans and a tan t-shirt to a sports bra, black work-out pants and sneakers. Snagging a bottle of water from the kitchen as she made her way towards the in-home gym towards the front of the pad next to the small office/den. Soon the place was full of music and the sounds of a punching bag getting manhandled by one Tomb Raider. Her movements graceful, yet deadly. Lara had always been more for the good old one-two punch and knee to the groin rather then some of these new fighting styles. Yes, the Lady from Surrey could street fight and prefers it.

Jackie Slowly got off of his motorcycle, the clicking of the kick-stand blaring in the silence of the streets. The Penthouse was secluded, in the outskirts of New York City. He pulled the keys slowly out of the Suzuki GSR 1300 Hyabusa. Once off of the bike he headed towards the penthouse. The keys jingled loudly but Lara wouldn't have heard then due to the fact that she was blasting music. He quickly unlocked the door and let himself inside. He headed straight towards the fridge and grabbed a small bottle of Sunny D. While taking sips, his next destination was where Lara was He leaned against the doorway and simply watched her while drinking his O.J.

Her movements were simple, as her feet bounced to the beat of the music. The long braid of auburn locks dancing to and fro as she moved around the punching bag. Lara's mind was on the task at hand no clue that someone had entered the place, or stood there watching her now. Right punch. Left hook. Kick. Left uppercut. Right uppercut. Round house. Repeat. Soon the unaware Tomb Raider began to circle around the bag and then suddenly looked up," Bloody hell!" And followed by the sound of the bag hitting her in the stomach causing the woman to land on her behind. A brow arched as she stood, one hand reaching out for a small white towel from a chair near by and wiped the sweat from her face and shoulders," What do you want?" Came the English accent as it's owner walked towards that side of the room and rather snidely grabbed her own water bottle from a chair and turned the music down to a reasonable level while taking a sip.

He smirked a bit and just stood there for a moment, taking more sips at his drink. His eyes closed and he thought to himself then eventually glided off of the wall and closer to her. His eyes scanned her over with a bit of amazement showing... "Well, well, well... Damn girl, I must say, you sure do look beautiful in those. I like the 'Tight' look... fits your body type well."... his eyes kept scanning till he turned his back and started walking out of the room leaving her question unanswered. He wasn't leaving the house but just the room they were in. After finishing his drink he'd head back to the kitchen and throw away his garbage. He had a thought and now he'd just wait to see if his thinking was as right as it always has been.

Brows furrowed slightly as slender fingers replaced the cap back onto the bottle, and followed Jackie out of the room," Is it customary for you to simply ignore a question asked to you and move into flirting?" The high society accent was snide. Arms folded haughtily as hazel orbs narrowed on Jackie almost annoyed by him," So, Mr. Estacado I doubt you would be here without a reason. Therefore I shall ask again, even though I detest repeating myself." A brow arched once more," What do you want?" Another sip of water as she flung the white towel around her neck.

The hitman raised a brow and just chuckled to himself. She was a piece of work indeed, but of course he had already knew this. His eyes didn't lock with her own, he just looked around as a visitor would as they enter a new home they've never explored before. Nothing was changed... Lara hadn't added her special touches to the place yet. While looking around he pointed a finger towards her then bent it towards himself, gesturing for her to come closer... "If you come here then I just might give you an answer, but I'll just wait for the time being."... His hands guided over his clothing. Dress clothes of course, as always... He always dressed to impress.

Her brow lowered in thought. What in the hell was he up too anyhow? Lara sat the water bottle down on the cupboard and glared at the finger he crooked at her," Hmm." Unfortunately the Lady's curiously was about to get the better of her. After wiping away the last of the sweat from her neck and face, the towel was draped over a bar chair as she advanced forward," Don't let this go to your head Jackie. I rarely respond to crooked fingers." A bit of a snide grin," I usually give them a finger back." Arms folded as she stood before him. The Brit suddenly remembered she was unarmed and he probably was armed," However I do like my questions asked to people answered." Her head tilted to one side," So answer mine." Her tone was almost challenging. Let him try something, armed or not she could still hold her own against him. Hopefully for his sake he hadn't forgotten this.

Jackie simply stopped what he was doing and looked down at Lara. She was always so smart mouthed but that must've been what was attractive about her more so than her outer beauty. He lowered his arms, allowing one hand to reach down and grab her by the waist. Pulling her closer to him real quick. His brow stayed raised as he stared down at her, never looking away.... she was a feisty one of course... "Well... I figured I'd just check up on you, that's all... No real reason for me being here, I just had a feeling that somebody was with you besides your Brother. And I really care about this place so I was just making sure my place was still 'Intact'... Oh, and it doesn't hurt to wanna see my favorite female right now does it?"

Hazel eyes went wide with alarm. Her first instinct was to throw him over her shoulder, but why ruin such a nice place. Hence Lara allowed him to touch her," I don't need a babysitter." Arms still remained folded between them. However, Lara did not like this closeness. It only seemed to complicate things even more. Damn her and her attraction to troublesome members of the male gender," Sara was here, Nottingham was last night.. and an old friend of mine has been here." Brows furrowed again," However I'm sure thanks to your little spies you know all of this." She licked her lips a moment, moistening them. Her discomfort of the sudden closeness between them showing more in her features and body language," Favorite female? Is this something I should be glad of or worried about?" The English accent was feisty, and rather annoyed. Hazel orbs glared into his," Now then, enough stalling and get to the ruddy point Jackie." One arm unfolded from beneath her chest as a slender index finger jabbed him in the chest," I wasn't born yesterday you know and there is something on your mind. I can tell." A brow once again arched as she refolded her arms.

He narrowed his eyes somewhat and continued to stare down at her, brow still up as he listened to the sound of her voice and the spoken words... "Ya know... you could almost have an enchanting voice if you weren't so feisty all the time. But anyways, besides that, let's just say that I was hoping to meet someone... But I bet they'll pay you a visit later on in the day or evening. Hopefully not the evening of course, if I'm still around."... He released her from his grasp and took a step backwards. He knew that she didn't like to be touched and usually she didn't care where she was, she'd fight anywhere - anyhow. So... what was holding her back? In the end It didn't matter but it was always a thought... "So, what are you planning on doing today???"... He looked at her with curious eyes now, his brow lowered.

Her brow arched all the more," Such flattery." Arms still remained folded. Eyes still locked with his, in slight anger and evidently flustered. He was rather getting under her skin, and Lara wouldn't be shocked if he knew it," Meet who?" Damn her curiousty. Brows furrowed," Someone I know or...?" She let the question hang there for now. Let him make his own assumptions. When he released her, she relaxed more. Well, somewhat. In order to seem more relaxed then she was, the Brit sat herself on the counter top across from him, hands gripping the sides lightly while nails drummed idly To rather point blank honest, she wasn't in the mood to go toe to toe with Estacado. To be honest once more it was becoming slightly petty without good reason," Well, Nothing really. Later I've got a date with Pez to do some recon around Irons place." Brows furrowed," The bastard yank is alive." She mumbled idly," But for now, nothing." A curious grin spread slowly across her full lips," What makes you ask?"

Jackie cracked his neck from side to side then just stopped himself. He slid both hands into his pockets, he seemed discontent now with Lara. She was more boring today than usual... not as 'Uppity' as she would normally be... "You seem a little annoyed... I guess I'll check you out later then... seeing as your enjoying my company..."... he figured he'd go hang out somewhere else and find someone else to hang out with... "I'm a go get breakfast... see you later."... after saying that he turned himself around and started walking towards the door, keys pulled out of his pockets now.

Lara arched a brow," I'm not annoyed.. flustered is more like it." The woman hopped off the counter," And once again you didn't answer a question." Suddenly she realized that her mouth had alerted Jackie Estacado to the fact he was flustering her. Sheepishly she looked away from him," You caught me off guard." Admitted he had indeed," And what's wrong with me enjoying your company? And actually...I sort of was not." her English accent became snide," I just did not want to ruin this lovely pad." Another question began pressing into her mind," And if I did not know any better Jackie Estacado, you always seem to enjoy my company." Hello Miss Flirtatious once more. Lara's face scowled," Oh lovely...you've got keys to here?" The haughty English accent took on a worried tone," That...means you can get in here anytime you wish doesn't it..." Why did this worry her? She did not trust him. How could she he was always trying to start or fight with her. Breakfast? She looked at the time, then at herself," Hmm. Give me five minutes." She came up behind and snatched the keys from his hand," Plus, you can't go anywhere without these can you?" With that she placed them in the one place she figured Jackie wouldn't dare grab them from. Down her sports bra. With a wink, the Tomb Raider turned on her heel and sauntered towards her bedroom," Just wait here like a good little boy and I'll buy." The door was shut and within seconds the sound of the shower running was obvious.

Although her first choice would have been a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, Sara realized that a bit of undercover work might prove better in this area. Her wardrobe consisted of a far different genre then what was needed for undercover work in a modeling agency. Dropping the towel to the ground, Pezzini walked into the closet, wearing her birthday suit. Nimble fingertips pushed aside hanger after hanger, "No... No. No. "Finally way in the back she produced a suitable pair of pants and a shirt to match. With articles of clothing tucked over her arm the Witchblade wielding cop walked back into the cramped bedroom. She dressed quickly and in a matter of minutes, the detective was wearing a pair of black vinyl pants, heavy boots and a white blouse buttoned once in the middle. The black bra she wore could clearly been seen even without movement. Sara's wet hair hung in ringlets about her shoulder and face spiraling down her back in dark wet ribbons. "Eat your heart out Claudia Schiffer.." she commented eyeing herself up in the mirror. The shiny pants reflected her movements as heavy boots thudded the floor. She grabbed her motorcycle helmet and after tucking her .357 into the waistband at the back of her pants, she was off. The Harley Davidson affiliate had constructed her Buell with the intention of a strong rider, and Sara was surprisingly in that criteria. The shiny material on her tensed legs shone as the light played over her form. Crouched in line with the bike she drove it with the precision of a surgeon's knife. Her arrival at Boucher Industries marked the start of her investigation of an ongoing serial killer known by the tabloids as the Microwave Murderer.

Jackie stopped himself for a moment and waited, listening to her for the present time. With each word she said it made it that much easier to just walk out of the door till she all of a sudden seemed to change her attitude and act the way she was when they were fighting... flirty with him, as usual. The Lara he was expecting when he first came through the door. But it was always better late than never. He turned a bit to look back at Lara then just laughed a bit. He wondered what kinda game she was playing. And when she came and took the keys he was the most amazed... she put them into her sports bra and just left out the room into the shower. He shook his head and took a seat at the table, grabbing another drink from the fridge first of course. He'd wait for now... but that edge to get up and see Lara in the shower was something that would tempt him from time to time.

In a mere minute the Tomb Raider was out of the shower and had braided her hair in the usual fashion. This time around she picked out something new. Black leather pants and a lacey gray tank-top. Hazel orbs drifted to her hair again. Within seconds the woman's hair all but the top was falling freely down her back. What in the hell was she doing? Dressing up, letting her hair down and all for the likes of Jackie Estacado...and with Terry Sheridan in town?!?! Was she nuts? Well, yes but that was entirely besides the point.. or was it? Lara had always been one for daring adventures, but flinging about with a Mafia hitman/boss and an ex-lover might be a little too much adventuring even for her, and sooner or later the two men would meet and what then? She huffed grabbing the man's keys and coming up behind him as he sat at the table. Daringly the woman leaned down her lips dangerously close to his ear," And fives minutes are up." One hand had slinked down pulling his arm forward as she looked down at his watch, the other hand dangling the keys in front of him," And speaking of keys. I enjoyed mine being gold." Her remark became sarcastically laced," Nice touch love." Another question sprung to mind," Also, my curiously seems aroused around you. I've been mulling this around since our deal was struck. What could you possibly ask of me anyhow?"

Continued drinking his Sunny Delight... the drink he always seemed to have in hand when he was waiting on something. He heard her come out of the shower and the edge hit him even harder... "Damn, to go peek or not to go peek... rather... Keep it safe or get shot...Damn, choices, choices."... before he could finish the thought she was already out and his eyes were fixed on her for a second at least. He turned his attention away fairly quick then continued drinking. When she came up close and whispered into his ear, it sent chills up his spine. Her voice was smooth... smoother than usual. He fanned himself and just smirked... "Well damn girl... that's what I was talking about, guess you took my advice for once... But I was gonna ask you to come with me for breakfast but it seems you already had that in mind since I stopped by."... his eyes traced back over her frame again as he touched her side and slowly got up... "Oh by the way... I didn't drive a car up here, felt like taking the motorcycle out for a spin... I have a feeling your good with bikes but this is of course one of the strongest & fastest bikes out on the market now... the Suzuki GSR 1300 Hayabusa."