Hans Larsson

Rekker raised a brow and started to chuckle. "All my years in L.A. and this is the first bleach blond bimbo I'm going to have in my Firebird."

He's really grinding in on those insults but he's harassing on purpose now. It wasn't a lie really. Anyone who saw him driving was going to assume it was some bleach blond girl in the passenger seat. He's trying not to think about it though. He hasn't had anyone in his house aside from Robert and bandmates since his ex left... he couldn't even remember how long ago off hand right now. The closeness was feeling good though.

"With all that shit you plaster on your face and the flashy clothes I thought you glam brats would take better care of your hair."