Truthfully I am not entirely sure what actually bothers me more, the fact that my car is on fire in certain places or that I am going to have to buy an entirely new outfit to replace this one considering it has touched heaven knows what within that dumpster, it's like I can actually feel the bacteria attempting some sort of assault. I made a right turn, shifting gear and rapidly increasing the speed of the car. Really were it any less of a car I am entirely sure it would have given out by now, as it is, superior speed and handling at least make for a rather rapid, if not slightly signed race through the lower half of town, a destination readily in mind as Kat asked about sprinklers. God my head hurts. Even still I think I managed a snort of sorts in response, before pressing my foot down even harder against the pedal once more, running the nearest red light and yet really I think given the current flaming situation I'm entitled to a little reckless driving. Maybe I didn't have sprinklers installed in here- but I knew where I could get some and that was entirely the point of this expedition now, tyres screeching against gravel in a sound I would normally have found rather satisfying if not for the fact I may have been at least marginally annoyed. Twenty four hour car washes may be one the most underrated inventions. I moved to easily cruise forward, concussion or not, my driving skills at least seemed fairly well intact as I moved to park the car within the automatic wash bay, managing to actually pry the damaged drivers side door open, gesturing for Kat to do the same before moving to hand the stunned operator as many bills as I could find within my back pocket. I suppose I don't blame him for looking utterly appalled- how often to burning cars make use of his services? Enough money however and most people are willing to do just about anything you ask.

One hand moved to run through the dark golden strands of my hair, Ray Bans lifted at last to rest against the top of my head as I moved to stand to the side, watching the first jets f water begin to make some sort of attempt to salvage my previously very nice Maserati. I wasn't...md exactly, hell, I can't remember the last time I was actually angry, it's not really within me to be that way- I don't do serious all that well and maybe there's a reason for that. I don't like my serious self, I don't like that side of me, I prefer to be optimistic to the point I am entirely sure it is an agitating character flaw and yet some part of me is mildly aware that this is a conversation we are going to need to have, some part of myself distinctly...uncomfortable with the words that already stir at the back of my throat. Or at least, would stir, if I didn't feel like I'd inhaled the world's biggest cigarette. Maybe this is what lung cancer feels like. I think I may have even managed a sigh before my gaze finally turned to the woman beside me, the one entirely responsible, I am sure, for the fact the both of us had very nearly died in a dumpster and to be honest I am entirely sure I can do better then that. Hoenstly it would be rather a tragedy if that was on my tombstone- for now however, I seemed to manage only one truly permeating thought, one I already knew I had no intention of mentioning out loud. I already have no family left, not really, a sister who never calls hardly counts. I've seen both my parents die and my only sibling become more and more distant in the wake of my receiving so much of the company and her left with almost nothing- a decision eve I never understood and yet remained powerless to change. I have one person left- one single person and if this is the sort of thing she wants to do at night, if these are the creatures she's going to run around chasing then how much longer am I even going to have her? Words like that however, are an emotional vocalisation I am hardly content to offer. It's just not...me. I'm not good at...feelings. Denial always was by greatest talent after all.

"This-."

One hand lifted loosely to gesture at the now smouldering car as I lent back against the car wash wall.

"- is why we can't have nice things."

My lip managed to quirk ever so slightly into the barest hint of a grin, capable, I suppose, of managing to find at least a little humour in the situation before my attention returned to the woman beside me. It is better I think, to get this over with sooner rather than later.

"I was going to open with 'I told you so' although really that is a terribly over-done sentiment. Instead I think I'm going to ask you whether or not you actually found what just happened fun? I think our definition of the word may differ slightly."

I paused once more, voice lacking it's usual, easy humour and yet the smooth, baritone sound remained as calm as it always did. Like I said, shouting matches really aren't my thing, I merely need to...make a point I think Kat needs to hear.

"What might I ask, would be so wrong with going out and not looking for a fight Kat? We both nearly died tonight. I can replace the car, I can replace my clothes and yours because god knows they are totally un-wearable now after being in that dumpster but there are other......things I can't replace. I...look...forget it....."

One hand moved to run back through my hair once more in mild frustration before rapidly moving to dictate the conversation elsewhere and away from what or...who I can't replace.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm never leaving my apartment again."

This time I think I may have managed a simper.

"I really did like that car."






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