Hans Larsson

"We can drive through the strip on the way back."

It would be evening then and things would be open and full of trash. It wouldn't eb a bad night for a drive with the T-Tops out and he would have time to just drive and think.

"You're scrubbing the fucking glitter out." Rekker started the elevator back up and it continued on its way down. As bad as it felt happening the break was cathartic and he felt a little better.

"I might be a ginger bastard but I don't hear you complaining." He shot back, nearly flirting. "Are you going to bitch about the drive messing up your fucking whore hair?"

The door dinged and open to Rekker laughing.