The Degenerate

      – “I’m…I’m twenty-three.”

“I’m twenty- two. There’s no way. Are you one of those weird aunts that always say their twenty-nine forever?”

“It’s a 2017.” Elijah answered with a small smile. “I got it at the end of last year when I moved back to the area.”

“Nice. I’ve always dreamed of having a Audi. One of my favorite cars.” Lex grinned as he took one last eye gaze at the car and looked away not wanting to make it obvious to the other male that he was definitely interested in his car. “Where did you move from?” He asked as he started to look through his backpack trying to find a gps to stick to Eli’s car. 

“Right.” Wes narrowed his eyes slightly at the other man but a little smile pulled at his lips all the same. “Fuck off, man. You can’t have my car. Though I’m pretty sure his insurance covers theft…”

“I’m pretty sure it does. See...problem solved. What if I give you some of the cut? Tempting enough?”

“Me? Own a car? Of course not,” she laughed, rolling her eyes at the absurd possibility. “Are you kidding? I’m more of a motorcycle person. This is my flatmate’s.”

“Dangerous woman.” Lex smiled as he nodded his head. He also liked to ride motorcycles. “Do you own one?”

“Actually yeah – thanks, I got her for my 19th a few years ago, she’s my baby girl. My mom got herself a matching one which is…embarrassing, but, you know. She always did want to be me.”

“That was really nice of your mom to get you a car for your birthday.” Lex replied and felt bad about wanting to steal the car because it was a present. “I don’t think that’s embarrassing..” He was kind of shocked about the comment from the girls mouth about her mom wanting to be her. He honestly wanted to laugh and didn’t feel bad about it anymore. “Maybe she wanted to be close to you? and wanted it to be more of a compliment towards you?”

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“I just can’t stop admiring this beautiful car. Is it yours?”

Bent, perched on someone else’s ride, god-blessed his ass hadn’t sounded off an alarm; Sergei shot a glance backwards at that cheese daisy yellow door. “Nuh – ain’t grinding on my midlife crisis yet, bruv. The great white ‘I’m settin’ to kidnap’ ya van’s prolly more my speed. Why’s it matter, you one of them street bargaining types? Buy for a dime an’ sell for a buck, all that?”

“You seem more like the type that would be in the back of one of those vans.” Lex grinned at the other male, and pulled a cigarette out of the pack that was hanging out of his pocket of his leather jacket. He really didn’t understand much of what Sergei was saying because of his accent but he put together all that he could. “I guess you could say that. How long has it been parked here?” He was looking around the car getting every detail that he needed so he could make some money. 

“In that colour?” Sam said with a look of disgust at the car. “Puh-lease.”

“What is wrong with the color?”

“No, but considering whom it belongs to — I wouldn’t touch it if I were you, kid.”

“I’m not worried about it and you shouldn’t be either,elderly woman. Besides I don’t have to touch it myself to get the job done. It can go either way.” 

“Depends on why you’re asking,” he said, no stranger to being on either end of a good car jacking. 

“I just want to know who is lucky enough to drive this beauty. That’s all. Is it you?”

“Uh, no.” Wes countered. “He cut me off, remember? Only paying for tuition and books.”

“Oh yeah. I have the worst memory ever. Well, that’s more reason to just give me the car.” Lex smiled and ran his hand slowly across it and then leaned against it. He was definitely joking and just wanted to get a rise out of Wes.

Rocky scoffed, “Yeah, right. You think I can afford a car like that? No, belongs to this regular customer.” She exhaled the smoke from her cigarette. “Real asshole.”

“Real asshole, huh?” Lex started to walk around the car checking it out  to see what he had to deal with. He then smiled at his friend Rocky, and with in seconds he opened the car door getting in and worked his magic with the wires to start the car.  Lex rolled down the window and looked at Rocky,”Need a ride home?”

     – “No…uh…I can’t drive?”

“Aren’t you like 60 years old? How do you not drive?”

“Yes, it is. I worked really hard for this car… you like Audis?”

“I love Audis. What year?”

“No, but it’s my dad’s so you better not steal it, jackass.” Wes teased.

“Even if I wanted to steal your dads car he would just buy you another one. Because you are spoiled rotten.”