#maverickcaviler

She watched Mav with delight, the sticky sweet glob of desserts placed in front of them. “When it’s ugly that means it will be delicious.” Lili teased him. His expression insisting her logic was flawed.

Pulling her jet black hair from her face she looked up at the to see someone watching her, “Well, one of us looks the mugging type and it ain’t you, handsome.” Her green eyes studied him, the alley lighting dim enough to hide the smudged makeup and the red to her nose and cheeks that were a stark contrast to her pale skin, “What’s your drink? Gin gimlet? Red wine?” Taney pulled on her helmet and closed the space between them, flipping up her visor. “Three blocks, that way. Meet me at Asmodeus.” With a smirk and a wink she walked back to her bike and climbed on. Never one to bother with formalities or presumptions, she rode past him with no introductions or expectations and headed to her bar that doubled as a private tattoo parlor by day and would, once again, be home. As she pulled into the small garage and walked back to the main entrance she leaned against the door, not wanting to talk to the bartenders about what happened and wondering if the handsome stranger would show up.