The date is going well, laughing and delight raising to new heights as Lupo and Reagan enjoy their time together, swapping stories and getting to know each other very well. At this point you can draw the curtains on this perfect little couple, but another gang rolls into the scene, the Claws, here to make things worse and put the couple in a dangerous situation.
Cuties being cuties, sudden danger, poking the bear literally, petty but exciting theft, and driving off into the night, what more is there to love? Snippet of the story below~
The lights of the city are in full bloom, the huge skyscrapers becoming beacons in the distance while the flashing lights of a concert can be seen across the shimmering water of the lake. As the neighborhoods of the city settle in for sleep, the night life is reborn with music being played for all to enjoy or dread as the case my be. At El Mejor Lugar, most of the evening crowd has left in favor of those that are going from one party to another, grabbing a bite to eat a bit more to drink. Some of these traveling parties have set up in the main rooms of the restaurant with new bands playing a bit higher tempo for them.
In the outside patio area, there is only a sporadic few eaters left; an older couple drinking and enjoying the view of the lake, a trio of friends still catching up after years apart, and a pair that is engrossed in a story being told. Most of the food on the pair’s table has been eaten and cleared, only a few drinks left between them that have already been forgotten about.
Reagan is starting at Lupo with a wide surprised smile on her face, a mix of disbelief and wonder at the story being told. Her tail sways in delight behind her, all pretext about what lead to this date pushed aside as she finds herself having the time of her life. She lets out a chuckle as Lupo leans back, story told with a proud smile on his face as she asks, “Let me get this straight; not only did you steal a rich guy’s prized motorbike and crashed it, but then you went back in and stole his fucking paintings? How?”
Lupo laughs as he shakes his head and leans forward, his tail wagging with abandon behind him as he can’t stop smiling. In fact he hasn’t stopped smiling this entire time and started to forget what it was like to not laugh like this every day, “No, no, no, I didn’t say it right. Carlos… uh… ‘Crash’, came with me for the job because he wanted to make a name for himself. So I found him the keys to the bike and told him to drive it out while I grabbed the paintings, he wasn’t supposed to crash it el maldito idiota. That bike was worth a lot in parts but in the end it became the most expensive distraction…”
He takes a drink to get rid of the dryness in the throat, realizing that he has been talking for a while now without a break. Reagan laughs at his correction, letting out a sigh as she shakes her head to catch her breath, trying to calm the blush across her face. After a moment a thought comes to her as she leans forward and gives him an expectant look, “Wait, is that how he got the name ‘Crash’?”
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