2009-12-03: Freekin' Deng It

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Date: December 3, 2009

Summary:

Team Awesome meet and run for tacos. By the way? Tiago is The Fluffy. Chew on that.


"Freekin' Deng It"

Random NYC Street

"Okay… Um, I can see why people want me to have my car door replaced." Watching another car zoom by the street, Gene winces. As the pair drives down the road, not only must Gene deal with the fact that Bert is driving instead of him (a hard thing for the geek to do), but also deal with the fact that his car is stil missing the passenger door in the middle of winter. At least Gene has some disguise stuff that gives a bit in the way of warmth.

Currently, Gene is wearing a black beret and has a massive mustache pasted onto his face. At least he is wearing mostly normal clothes, which is his black peacoat, blue jeans, and some sylish urban walker sneakers. "Okay, Bert, we are coming up to where I told Tiago and Lena to meet us and we can begin the team building. After all, if we are expected to save the world, it's important for everyone to be cool with everyone."

—-

Since driving with a mask on is a bad idea, Bert's gone a very mundane and typical route for her disguise du jour. She's got a heavy scarf wrapped around her neck. It's in muted shades of orange and red. There's a matching knitted cap on her head, and yes, she can walk down the street in said hat and fear nothing. Also, she's too cute to taunt for wearing such a thing. Her red hair is in pigtails, which are sticking out from beneath her cap. She's also got on a pair of heavy and rounded sunglasses. It's also cold, so the woolen cap and scarf are welcome. "You're just now seeing that you need a replacement door?," Bert asks in a teasing tone as she plays driver. "Oooh, aye aye cap'n," she says in her best helmsman style voice. Scanning for a spot to park, she slows down. "Man, I miss Ernie. He was a cinch to park. Bumblebee's nice n'small, but still, parking in this city's a bitch."

—-

Loitering on corners is something that Lena and Tiago do very, very well. It's a must have skill for hoodlums, after all, and it's fun watching shop owners get nervous peeking out their display windows at the two of them.

Lena's got her shoulder perched up against a lamp post, resting in a comfortable slouch with her sweater's hood pulled up over her wild hair. She's dressed as she was on her covert meeting with Peter: red hoodie, black jeans, red sneakers and black gloves. Oh, and lots and lots of black liner around her tired blue eyes. It hides the shadows under them.

"He'll be fine, Chi, Jesus. Worst will happen is he scratches up the couch and we can just make Eric get Syd new furniture, right? Hey, I think that's their car." The young woman pushes away from her leaning spot, lifting a hand to the folks in the door-less vehicle.

—-

"You dunno that - he was out in the streets when you found him. He prob'ly don't know how ta /live/ in an apartment…what if he gets stuck in the heater, man? What if he falls inta the oven, and burns himself ta death or…" Tiago grumbles over to his companion, brows furrowed heavily as he stares at his feet. Beat. "Oh, god! What if he annoys Jade and she throws him in the washing machine!" Because, this is something that the evil women would do. Apparently, the lad hasn't gotten the dress up memo, which leaves him clad in his typical garb, of too-baggy jeans, a well-fitting black teeshirt, and camo-styled army jacket, complete with fingerless gloves of the homeless variety. All this combined with the bright red bandana attached around his head makes him simply reek of common street hustler. Even if his preoccupations completely contradict this notion.

As Lena points out the approaching vehicle, Tiago looks up, squinting in the direction of the car. "…Huh, yeah it is. It looks like a two year old made it, so it /gotta/ be Gene's ride. Hey, guys!" With this, the man starts waving his arm over his head, trying to flag them down.

—-

It is a good thing for Tiago that Gene does not hear the man's commentary on the car, because instead of motioning for Bert to pull up, he would instead be ordering her to run the well built thug down. But seeing that Gene lacks super hearing, he just points to them as he speaks to Bert.

"Well, it's a little different driving with a missing door and riding in the car that lacks it. Every time we make a right hand turn, I think I'm gunna die or something. There, there's the pair of 'em," Gene states as he points to them. Of course, he swiftly draws his hand back in when a passing car almost swipes it off.

—-

What? A two year old! Bert's gonna be glad she didn't hear that one. Gene's a mechanical genius. He just hasn't gotten a new door for the car. "I take it that's who we're mee… heeey, it's drug girl." Nice observation, that. "AHA. That's my space bitch!," Bert calls out as she beats a larger car to a spot just a few feet ahead of Lena and Tiago. "Yeah, I think I can see that. Driving, you're paying too much attention to other things. Alright, so we are here." The car is parked, emergency brake on and engine killed before she gets out of the car.

—-

"Ha, you're so getting tased this time, instead of me," Lena remarks under her breath, not so tired that she isn't able to grin at the thought of what the geeks might do if they'd heard Tiago's slur. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, she ambles towards Bumblebee. Her chin is lifted in a friendly enough nod of greeting but when Bert is spotted exiting the car, that grin slides away. Oh look, it's PETA lady!

The brunette aims a look at Gene, eyebrows lifting in a silent question. "Hey…?"

—-

"What? I mean, it's true. It don't even have a door, and it's so…small." Tiago points out, his brows arched upwards in defiance. "Pfft. I betchya I wouldn't scream like you did if I did get tased." With this playful declaration made, he reaches over to give her side a poke before walking forward. Now, never having met Bert before, the lad is friendly enough as he moves forward, even grinning at them. "Yo. Nice ta see the Genemobile's in good shape, huh?"

Lacking Lena's reservations, he proceeds to rest his hand on the hood of the car, patting it fondly all the while staring at the stranger. "Who're you? I'm Tiago - Chi. S'cool meetin' ya!"

—-

The young genius winces as he barely resists the urge to tell Bert how to park, but the car is placed safely on the side of the road and soon he is getting out as well. Not wanting to interupt the introductions between Bert and Tiago, Gene just moves toward Lena's side to speak to her, just giving a wave to the boyfriend as he does. "Bert's a friend of mine, she's cool, Lena. Like Tiago, I'm gunna be teaching her stuff to help with the technology, though she is good enough that I won't be teaching TOO much. Was able to talk to the woman that I THOUGHT would have the drug to help you… Apparently, she doesn't have the information anymore, so I have to go to the government and get it from them."

Bert isn't PETA lady. She just didn't like that poor dog being drugged! Plus she has a bit of a soft spot for Andra's plight. "Chill Gene, I'm not going to damage Bumblebee. Parking in New York City is cutthroat, gotta be assertive!" Pocketing the keys to Bumblebee, she leans against the car and peers over the hood, "Hey there again," she calls to Lena. She's a bit cautious, now knowing she can drug people on touch. A hand waves at Tiago, as she's not met him either, "Hey to you too, I'm Bert."

—-

"Oh. Cool…hey Bert. Like the Muppet, right?" The greeting is polite enough, considering that she speaks it while aiming an elbow at Tiago's ribs. Lena is no less wary than the other young woman but does not have a legit reason; it's more a combination of embarrassment and of remembering how fiesty the redhead can be when roused to anger. Fortunately, any potential stare-off is headed off at the pass by Gene's sharing that information. She blinks at him, dismayed, lowering the hand she'd just raised to flick a wave at Bert. "What? You mean like just stroll in and say hey, I'd like one of the good stuff please? You've got some serious balls, man." Pause. "Or you mean something more sneaky? Yeah, forget I said that first thing. Blonde moment."

—-

Tiago didn't mean to snub Gene, and this becomes quite apparent when the man offers the Geek God a bright grin. It's quite obvious that the man is in a killer mood at the time being. "Bert? Tha's cool. So like…wait - what's a Muppet?" Forgive him, for he is foreign. "Huh…so, like, wait a sec here. Ima be workin' with you, huh? Cool. I guess we'll be gettin' ta know one another then, huh? It'll be like a team kinda…"

Trailing off, his attention whips onto first Gene, then Lena as they continue speaking. "Whoa - whoa. /Who's/ goin' ta the damn government? Ta get /what/ exactly?"

—-

"That's the point. United we stand, divided we fall," Gene announces before he looks toward Lena. "Nah, if I did the strolling in, I'd have to be evil, cuz the only way it would work is if I did something like hold the president hostage or something, and that isn't cool." As he gets the attention of Tiago, Gene looks toward the man. "And voice down, Tiago, I am wearing a mustache and Bert is wearing a scarf for a /reason/!"

—-

"Something like that," Bert says, grinning at Lena. Since standing on the driver's side of the car isn't a good idea, she moves around and stands on the sidewalk. "We have other ways of asking for the information," she says with another grin for Lena. "Don't worry, the contact is very safe, untraceable and there's no danger." She's deliberately not sharing the details. Casually, she leans now on the passenger side of the car, arms crossing her chest. "Down boy," she says again, clapping a hand to Gene's shoulder. She looks around, second guessing the choice in location for conversing.

—-

Lena must be getting used to Team Awesome. After the Vader get-up and Gene's Shadow impression, the mustache hardly registers. Except as a point of teasing. "And you're totally rocking that look, guys. Really. We're cool…maybe we should do our chatting on the move though, yeah?" She told folds her arms, unconsciously mimicing Bert's body language. Did she notice that certain things are being omitted?

Yes, yes she did.

"It's that stuff I told you about, Chi. Maybe turn off everything, you know?" That's an innocent enough statement. After voicing it, however, Lena jerks her head at the car and musters a thin smile. "You gonna take us for a ride?"

—-

Tiago glances around, confusion written on his features. "Didya tell me about it?" He asks Lena, already sounding confused. "Oh…oh, yeah…Right…Though, Gene man. It's okay. We can chill. No one notices shit in the streets these days - like honestly." He should know. He only conducted his less than legal business on said streets for the past 6 months. Regardless of his assurance, he does look faintly apologetic for his outburst - enough to send the man shoving his hands into his pockets defensively.

Perhaps as a way to distract himself, he jumps back a couple of topics to the disguises. Bert is looked over, then Gene, and the man's lips curl upwards in express amusement at the sight of the 'stache. "Yeah? I thought maybe y'just had like, a pen explode on your face or somethin'…" He's joking, says his warm, kind-hearted grin.

—-

Gene looks toward Lena. Gene looks toward Bert. They seem to be getting along just great already! "Let's go someplace we can eat," Gene announces before he gets gets into the backseat of the car. "Oh, don't mind the knocking from the trunk. Eric wanted to join us and he was talking too long doing his hair or something and so we were going to leave him. He tried to shadowport to catch up with us and… It's okay, he can breath back there. I figured this would be a good learning lesson." Pause. "Okay, he's still in there because it's funny."

—-

Bert looks to Gene, and waits on his word as to whether or not they're going for a ride. "We've got more awesome disguises, it's just hard to drive and navigate with them on," she says for Lena's benefit. "Although.. I did have a nice disguise ready to go, except Gene didn't want to go the Star Trek route today." She pulls the keys from her pocket, jingling them before hopping around to let the others in via the driver's side. "Settle down Robin, we'll let you out soon enough," she says as she raps on the trunk hood. "Everybody in and buckle up… and oh, where you wanna go to eat? Speak up or driver calls and passengers shut their piehole!"

—-

…oh yes. There /is/ Thumping from the trunk. Ever so slightly. Then more incessent. Then a muffled voice. "I'm not damn well Robin!" Yes. Eric is in there.

—-

"That's fucking hilarious." Lena's sulk is pre-empted by the knowledge that Eric is trapped in the trunk, and she hastens to slide into the back seat of the car. All the better to converse with the hidden heir. "Hey Eric! You hungry, dude? Better call out now, or Chi's like to eat your share," she remarks, after sliding over to make room for the boyfriend in question. A companionable thump is given the back of the seat, as if she were slapping the hidden man on the back.

"Wait…more disguises? Are those like…mandatory? 'Cause I did the blonde thing and yeah, it sucked hardcore."

—-

"Dude! I'm achin' for tacos, like you don' even know!" Tiago exclaims brightly, nearly sighing in wonder at the thought of being able to indulge on the foodstuffs. This is the only reason Tiago practically launches himself towards the car, ducking inside of it. it's only while he's ducking over and climbing into the rig that he realizes something that Gene had said a couple of seconds ago. "…Wait. So you…like, weren't kiddin' none about the back thing?" Beat. "Ha! Yo, Eric? thump twice if you can hear me!"

After heralding this information, he settles into the back of the vehicle comfortably, before turning towards Lena with a slight frown. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the same geek pedigree as the others, and so the prospect of always dressing up doesn't exactly appeal to him. "…Yeah. S'that like, mandatory shit?"

—-

"Being on the run and wearing disguises is like being an alien woman and making out with Captain Kirk. It's not really required or always logical, but it usually works out better for everyone and is more entertaining if you do," Gene states to Lena before he realizes that there are three people in the back and no one seated shotgun. "Here if you aren't going up, I will…" From there, he will try and squeeze out from his seat between the two front seats and get to his place to sit. Various people might get a hand somewhere or a foot somewhere else before Gene gets to his 'proper' place. As he moves, he offers with a grunt, "Anywhere is good with me."

—-

Thump twice? Oh no. Eric glares at where the voices are coming from. Then he concentrates, connnnnnnnnnnncentrates and reaches out though the darkness of the trunk.

…and a little bloch of shadow appears on the back seat before out comes Eric's hand from it. Just to flip them all off for a moment before retracting into the darkness. Then Eric's voice from the shadows.

"You better not eat all my tacos!"

Pause.

"Is there enough room left in there for one more…and is there anyone watching?"

—-

"Diguises are mandatory for folks in our situation. It's either that or we stay hiding our faces," Bert says as she waits for all to climb aboard before getting in. "Strap in and hold on," she calls out merrily before climbing in and cranking up the engine. "I could go for some tacos too. Let's make a run for the border!" She waits for Gene to get settled before pulling off and out into traffic and making for the closest Mexican place. Preferably a corner, a hole in the wall.

—-

"Yeah, well, I'm not going blonde again." Lena pauses in her harrassment of Eric in order to squint forward at the driver; specifically, at the perky pigtail just visible around the back of the seat. A random foot to the face is fended off with a forearm, almost absently. "Or redhead."

Then it's time to swat at the hand that emerges through the seat, between herself and Tiago. "Hey, hey! Creepy, much? Knock it off, you're supposed to be thinking about what you did wrong," she observes with one last limp swat before the hand, and attached bird, disappears from whence it came. "You should totally eat all his tacos, Chi."

—-

"If ya turn around, I know this great place at the borders of SoHo. S'called La Esquina." Tiago advises, eventually furrowing his brows and making faces as he casts his face to the side so as to not be greeted with Geek God derriere to the face. "It's mad cheap too. Doesn't taste like ass." Casting his attention towards Lena, he brightens a bit, before allowing his lips to curl in dry humor. "Seriously? Never again? Aw man…I kinda liked comin' home ta see you with a different color every once in a while. Was like you were a diff'rent girl all the time…holy shit!"

This exclamation is given and Tiago instinctively jerks away from Eric, before recalling the man's power and settling himself down once again. What follows is that Lena is subject to a conspirator's grin, and he proceeds to lower his voice, whispering through the back. "Hey…how long can ya reach, usin' that thing?"

—-

Finding himself being driven, Gene looks back toward Lena and Tiago as they have their exact. He notices the hand as well, but just shrugs it off. "See, this is what brings us all together and should bring the world together… Tacos."

—-

"Hey, being red is awesome," Bert says, proud of her gingerness. "Keep it down back there! Sidekicks ride in the trunk!," she calls out merrily, just to add to the harassment of Eric. She saw that in the rear view! Poor guy. But it's all in good fun. "Alrighty then, La Esquina it is, thanks for the tip, Tiago!" At the first opportunity to go in the correct direction, she takes it. "He can travel pretty far. He came and got me from D.C."

—-

"Tacos seems to be the prefered death of choice tonight," Comes Eric's voice from the shadows before he hears Tiago's question. A thoughtful look comes to his face. "…er…I don't know. I havn't tried to just…reach though one without stepping though. I….supose a pretty good reach." The voice from the shadows whispers back as he gets a thoughtful look on his face as he contemplates this. "…now…it /sounds/ like you have something in mind Tee…"

—-

Oh god, Tiago is plotting. That means Lena is going to sit like a good little girl, eyes turning up towards the ceiling. Dear God, please do not let them do anything that would cause this car to crash. Thank you. "Tacos are okay but fries are better. Kinda like how brunette is better than red hair." This is a cheerful rejoinder, made while she idly tugs her gloves off. Her hands are getting all sweaty, better she let them dry out than risk having the knitted fabric get damp with loopy juice.

—-

"Mess with 'em a little, man! Shit, if I could do what you do? No one'd ever have a moment of peace. Like ever." Tiago hisses over to Eric, grinning the grin of the Devil's Spawn. It's true, his immaturity knows no bounds. But then Bert responds to his seemingly secret guy talk, and he straightens up, wearing the world's guiltiest look on his face. "…Aw, fuck. You could…uh…hear that?" Beat. "Ha! Y'know what we should do? Once we get ta the taco place, Eric should totally start screamin' and jump out of the trunk, like you were bein' kidnapped. It'd be hilarious, man." The fact that it also would attract attention flies right over his poor head.

—-

"Let's not do things that may get me thrown back into federal prison. As much fun as shiving someone once was, it's not something I really want to repeat again. And Bert's too nice to go to Federal Prison," Gene states, sliding his hand on the arm rest between himself and Bert. When talking of prisons, Gene doesn't mention Tiago. After all, while he's a nicer sort, it's clear that the hoodlam would be able to handle himself in such a setting if he had to. Steering purposefully clear of who's got better hair to avoid the rage of either Bert or Lena, he focuses on proper use of abilities. "Remember, with great power comes great responsibility."

—-

"I'd rather not attract that much attention…but it would be /killer/ funny," Eric agrees before he chuckles and after a moment his voice comes again. "I did go to DC, but I had to do it in short jumps. Relitively short…ugh I need more practice." And he practices this every day he can. "Here though, move over next to Lena and I'll get out of the trunk. I should have done that awhile back but I try /not/ to port out of a moving vechicle. I'm sure there is a law against that kind of thing somewhere."

—-

"Maybe after this is all over. Then we can shove you back in the trunk, and when people come to check, poof, Eric's gone!" Pause. "You really stuck someone, Gene? Wow…that's hardcore." Lena's response to that, as well as the mental image of the blushing Gene shivving anyone is nothing short of awe. It's a short-lived sort of awe, however. Why? Because there's something missing. "You know what we need with tacos? Narcocorridos. This thing have a radio? There's this one station…"

It's usually considered good form to ask before fiddling with the dials on another person's car radio, but Lena is oblivious to such things. She sits forward, appearing between Bert and Gene in order to reach with one hand for the controls that look most promising. The other comes down squarely on top of Gene's, as she'd intended to support her weight on the arm rest. The effect would be immediate, given that she was sweating: tingles, pink clouds and lalaland.

"Uh…oops." Dropping back into the rear seat, Lena folds her hands under her armpits and tries to look as if nothing just happened.

—-

"…Being on the run /sucks/. Y'cant even use what ya got! That'd drive me crazy." Tiago whines, as if it took him to this particular moment to realize the general suckitude of their situation. "But, fair 'nough. I guess I'll jus' gotta make due by eatin' all of Eric's tacos, is all. And yeah, it's right there! See the buildin' with the Neon lights at the corner?" And He points to it, scooting to the side to allow Eric to port in the middle of the car. "Yo…you can't like, accidentally port /inside/ of people, canya? 'Cause that'd be freaky."

—-

The hand contact is made and Gene is the first to notice it for a variety of reasons. The hand that was touched is soon pointed toward Lena's face, but it drops somewhat. "Lena, I told you about being… Freeekin' deng it." Gene tries to focus for a moment or two, only to find that the opposite is happening. Combine that with a night of little sleep (a tale for another time) and he's feeling a bit off. "Your eyes are up there, but the fluffy is down there and I want to rest my head on your pillows because now I'm tired. I'd ask Bert if I could, but I can't say what would happen if I was resting my head on her lap while she was driving and bazoom rests while driving I would ass-sume would be unco-zzzzzzzz." And Gene's out.

—-

"Gene was just telling me earlier how hardcore he is. I thought he was just trying to impress me, but he doesn't have to." Bert can't help but tease Gene. It's too easy and he's too adorable. "Wait, oops what? There is no ooops in this car, what did.. hey! Hands in the backseat! Gene? Gene? You okay man? Dammit." Ignoring the inner car drama, she turns the vehicle towards the designated building. Pulling up, she parks the car and says distractedly, "Being on the run does have its downside." She can't see her family, she's worried about her friends, herself, other people she doesn't know. "Oh jeez.. Gene, hey, stay with us.. and he's out.. Son of a .. You guys go on ahead, I can't just leave him in the car like this." Also, if she leaves Gene the way he is, he'll wind up on the pavement. Darn lack of door on that side.

—-

"I didn't do it!" Which is a blatant lie, considering there's only one drug lab sitting in this car. Lena slouches down in the seat, hands remaining safely hidden under each arm. "It was an accident," she follows up, eyes flitting from Bert to Gene to Bert and then to Tiago. Her face scrunches up sadly. "Really, it was. I totally didn't see his hand there."

At least the boyfriend isn't about to lecture her for something beyond her power to control. Right? Right.

"He'll be okay. It…should…um. Did he say he wanted to lay on my pillows?"

—-

There is a shadow beginning to grow on the seat near Tiago, near to the door. "…you better move over or I'm going to find out." Eric's voice threatens from that shadow before he slowly appears out of the darkness until the actual man is sitting on the seat next to Lena's boyfriend. "There. Now no one has to see me climb out of the damn trunk. What /is/ it with me and missing targets lately." He grouses. However he makes it there just in time to hear the oops from Lena.

"…oops? Whenever you say Ooops Lena then intresting things happen…" Pause. "…and…I don't want to exactly know /whose/ pillows he wants to lie on. However I blame Bert wearing boxers that one time." He adds as he shakes his head slightly. "…we can go get you something and bring it back if you want to deal with the napping one Bert."

—-

The Boyfriend is in the process of scooting over uncomfortably in the vehicle, lest he become an artificial Tiago-Eric hybrid person. Tiaric? Eriago? Regardless, he winces when Gene is touched, and though he shoots Lena a look, it is more understanding than reprimand-worthy. "Oy…she didn't do nothin' bad." He offers defensively in her name. "He needed ta chill out a little anyways - he'll be in a happy place, without the stress of savin' the damn world over his head, it's a /good/ thing and…" Beat.

"…Did he jus' say shit about your boobs? He did, didn't he? Oy! /My/ pillows! /Mine/, not yours!" But, alas, Gene is knocked out, and cannot be yelled at.

—-

"I know it had to have been an accident," Bert says to Lena as she slides out on her side so that the others can get out of the back. "Yeah, I think that's what he said. He's a bit more relaxed when under the influence. Like now." She pulls a face at Eric, "You weren't complaining about it. You were staring as much as he was." It's important to point this out, so there. "I'll take a couple of tacos, Eric. Easy there Tiago, I don't think he knows what he was saying." Once everyone's all out, she gets back in.. and.. sigh.. taking out some pity on poor Gene, she pulls his unconscious form over to rest his head on her lap.

—-

"Yeah, guess what guys, they're mine!" It's so much easier to focus on the rampant sexism than on the fact that she's sort of just knocked out their fearless leader. "Not my fault he's like…taken a vow of chastity or something. If he'd let himself get laid, this wouldn't happen." Pause. "When I accidentally touch him," Lena adds in a grump to Eric before she climbs over both men to reach the door. Fortunately for them, some time was spent in putting gloves on again before doing so. A mumbled apology is tendered to Bert as she passes the other young woman, offered quickly and with chin down to avoid looking in her eyes.

—-

Tiago frowns when Lena grumps back, and he furrows his brows thickly, running his hand through his hair. "I…know." He murmurs back to Bert, sullenly retreating and lowering his voice. "I was jus'…jokin'. An' I wasn't sayin' like…anythin' ta piss you off, Lena. I'm sorry." Anyone looking directly at the lad can see his lips form the words 'But they ARE mine' under his breath. Ahem. The door is opened, and he proceeds to slide out of the vehicle, glancing around the street conspiratorially. "We're clear. C'mon, jus' give the Genius some time ta rest…"

—-

"…I'll bring you a couple of tacos," Eric replies towards Bert as he opens his mouth to continue before SUDDENLY LENA IN THE FACE. "Hey hey! Watch the hands! If you don't mind where they go then Tiago might just shank me!" He calls out after her. Of course he does watch her swish off a moment before he shakes his head and glances towards Tiago. "/WHY/ do all women swish?" He half-grumbles and says half-in-awe before he pulls himself out of the car and shakes his head. "And damn right I stared. You looked /amazing/ in them." Pause. "You still look amazing." He adds lightly before he laughs once and grins as he ushers the couple towards the resturant.

—-

Gloved or not, once Lena is outside of the car, she keeps her hands pinned beneath her armpits again, arms crossed over her chest. One accident today is enough. "Yeah, yeah, I know, Chi. S'okay. He does need the rest, right?" Having vented her spleen already, she's that much more willing to look on the bright side as the young man had urged in his defense of her. The girl falls into step with her boyfriend, lurking in his shadow.

"That reminds me, Eric…you gonna give me my knife back or what?"

—-

Tiago is slightly amused by Eric's comment about the shanking, and he dwells proudly, curling his lips into a smile as he peers at his exited girlfriend. Though, Eric is shot a particularly hard look as Tiago decides on whether Looking is sinful enough to deserve a Shanking of some sort - or perhaps a purple nurple or something. Eventually, he simply lets the situation go. This /one/ time. "Yeah…yeah. Anyways, c'mon fellahs. Yeah - he totally needs the rest, babe. Jus' think - sometimes this shit gets too hard for /me/ ta handle, and he's got so much more shit ta worry about. I'm kinda surprised he can even survive without poppin' like a giant zit." And, he's off to La Esquina, opening the front door to usher everyone inside.

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