shitty silver.

He’d frozen, one leg halfway over his motorcycle at the words of a stranger. Looking over the man, he did look rather distressed, so maybe the man would owe Zane a favor, should he help him. Considering he wasn’t on a job at the moment, he could play the role of a helpful resident for the time being. Hopping on, he’d pat the space behind him.  

     “…If you wanted, we could try to track the bastard down to make him cough up some dough for compensation. Either way, hop on. I’ll be your taxi–free of charge today.”

Following his cue, Zapp threw his leg over the motorcycle and took a seat, one hand holding onto the grail while the other busied itself with lighting up a cigar. “Nah, I already got my plans. I know where he’ll be tomorrow morning, so I’m gonna stick a knife right between his eyes and steal his bike. That’ll teach him not to mess with the wrong guy.”

What had over come the Italian? He wasn’t normally                         like this. ‘ Oh? Trust me, sweetheart, there is enough            ass here for a three course meal. ‘ 

“And what are you studying there?”

Wasn’t the first time he has ever been asked               to say something lewd. ‘ Voglio mangiare il culo … ‘       He sighed softly, but smirked at the end. ‘ But I’d           rather you do it. ‘ 

“Hah, tryin’ to get me with yer Italian charm? Knew you were some sly fuckers,” he laughed, and in his mind he was already making a mental note on how to say it, something to put together with all the other dirty lines in languages he didn’t actually speak.

She was unsure of how to feel at such a declaration, but she could not deny that she found it rather amusing. Lips curled into an amused countenance, lips parting to utter a gentle chortle. A hand brought to her lips in a poor attempt to conceal the laughter that exuded from her.

“ I’m not the praying type, dear. Sorry to burst your bubble. ”

Hah, she laughed! That meant one foot in; normally that kind of lame pick-up line would earn one messy slap on face, leaving his face aching for days. But maybe this time it was his lucky night - and she was a cute one too. Maybe there is a God after all.

“Geez, you look like one scary motherfucker. Guess not many people dare to pick a fight with you, huh.”

“Ey, ya know Italian? That’s cool, that’s cool-- ya should totally teach me some phrases, I hear chicks dig it. C’mon, teach me how to say ‘I want to eat your ass’.”

“Shit’s been getting weird here lately. I mean-- did ya see that big ass bird? Looked like a fucking airplane... 

Or wait, maybe it was an airplane. I didn’t pay attention.”