"Oh, well even's better than a deficit," Benny grinned, because he was always grinning. Truly he wouldn't have minded if she'd said no– he got it, it was late and he was a random dude on the side of the road, but the fact that she had decided to offer a ride was most bodacious. "I'm on the Lower North Side, I guess, geographically speaking. You can just drop me on Main. I'll probably pull through Trax on my way. I'm on a quest for inspiration. You sing, right? You get it... Oh, hold on," he realised he was still standing at her window so quickly skirted around the hood to drop into the passenger seat. When he sat down, he held his fist out for a bump, "Benny Peleke, Wyld Stallyns."
Forgetting that even people outside her bubble knew who she was, Scarlet was surprised he knew she sang, like she didn't semi-regularly perform at Coyote Ugly or post on social. "I get it. My best ideas are usually when I can't sleep." That was more often that not for her too, whether she was up and wired from a shift at the bar or just had her sleep schedule thrown off by, again, working at the bar. She grinned at the introduction he gave her, and bumped her fist against his. "Scarlet Vinson, coyote... among other things. I've heard your band, you're fun."














