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Spin's had been anxious in the week following his date with Dom, and when Spins got anxious, he channelled that energy in any way he could. First, there had been the car he was building, and so he'd spent a day buried in its engine.

But that, while fun, was still work, and he'd needed a new outlet. So he'd repainted the walls of the garage where he worked in bright neons.

And then... when his boss found out... he'd painted it back.

And then he'd called Dom. And then he'd reorganized Jaden's closet, by lack of taste. And then, deciding that wasn't enough, he'd hidden the clothes throughout the house, and organized a series of cryptic clues for Jaden to follow if he ever wanted to see his precious hats again.

And then he'd folded little origami spiders, and hung them from the ceiling.

And then he'd been chased around the house by Jaden...

And then... well, suffice to say that when the day of their second date arrived, Jaden was fairly desperate to get him out of the house. Indeed, while Spins debated the relative merits of the black t-shirt vrs the dark blue long sleeved t-shirt, it was Jaden pacing in the hallway, muttering to himself.

"If she shows up, tell her she can keep you!" He called, from his position by the door.

"I'm not even sure she likes me. Should I hide the marks?"

"Yeah. Nicer anyway."

And so Spins wore the blue shirt, while Jaden glared and paced. "Shouldn't she be here by now? Don't piss her off. Or really piss her off and get yourself shot. So long as you aren't here."

And so it went on.

Now aware of the presence of a mob boss somewhere on the street below, Jaden was eager to feed his roommate to his wolves, so to speak. Spins found himself pushed forcefully out the door, and that door slammed behind him.

Well, he wasn't going to complain about the change in company. Standing on the second floor balcony, he looked down and spotted Dominique, indeed, waiting for him. And he spotted her bike. Ooo... shiny. How many fun toys did she have anyway?

Not that he was into her for the toys, mind! But it could be a bonus, couldn't it? He was allowed to appreciate them, at least?

Holding up a finger in a 'just a minute' gesture, he leaned back in the door of his apartment, snagged his beaten leather jacket out of hall closet, and slipping it on, returned to balcony.

Now... the polite thing to do in company was use the stairs. But hell... it wasn't like she was walking next to him, and she'd probably appreciate it if he cut the wait time. Besides, the stairs took forever. And so, in a move that was clearly little more than habit at this point, he jumped over the balcony and landed in a crouch in the grass below.

"Sorry to make you wait." He called, as he approached her. "I'm usually better about noticing mob bosses standing in the parking lot."

"Got a lot to learn, going out with you. Don't I?" Spins asked in his amused, mildly teasing tone. That wasn't too bold now, he figured. This was their second date, after all. Which hardly meant there was a chance at a third, but at least it indicated a mutual interest in the possibility, right.

Dominique hardly seemed the sort to agree to a second date 'just to be nice'.

"But I'm a fast learner." He secured the helmet as he spoke, letting his openly appreciative gaze run over the bike again.

"Second date and you already got me riding b***h?" He asked, before climbing on behind her. Whether his words were too muffled through her helmet was a mystery, but he kept talking. He didn't mind talking to himself. "Well, so long as I know where I stand, I can cope with that."

He was amused, not irritated. Hell, how could he be irritated about riding behind a woman like Dom on a bike like that. Wherever they were headed, this date was already shaping up nice. Besides, he'd known where he stood with the mob boss in question on the first date.

He didn't need to be in charge, so long as he got to have fun.

And this was going to be fun.

Conversation immediately became difficult as the bike started up and 'clinging on for dear life' became the focus of the date. Well, maybe not dear life, Spins wasn't that kind of guy. Indeed, though she couldn't see him, he was getting great joy out of sticking his tongue out at the offended fellow travelers.

Yeah... if he wasn't careful, he was going to bite it off. Ah well.

And he was laughing, laughing low and wild, the sound almost a howl that mingled with the engine noises and the roar of wind. Laughing out of pure joy at being alive, on the back of a bike driven by a beautiful women while everything boring and simple and normal flashed by.

Say what you would about him. Spins, fatalistic and morbid, was deeply in love with life.

Of course, he relaxed after a bit, falling into the rhythm and admiring Dom's complete disregard for traffic laws.

So when she called back to him, he heard her. Guns, huh? Well, theoretically he could shoot. He'd done some hunting (though guns weren't his weapon of choice), and well, he was always up for a game of paintball.

Of course, people weren't bears (at least not normally. Spins heritage meant he didn't take these things for granted). And bullets weren't paintballs. Still, he'd give it a try.

"Who do I get to shoot?" He called back, no hesitation or moral confusion in his voice.

If he'd been concerned about the possibility of shooting people, he wouldn't have picked the mob boss. He wasn't cultured, he wasn't genius. But he certainly wasn't an idiot.

Of course, he was now wishing he'd spent more of his youth shooting at people instead of animals, but you took what you were given. Maybe hanging out with Dom, he'd get plenty of practice.

He was getting ahead of himself, now. And the cowboy images of the two of them riding off in the sunset on her motorcycle, guns blazing, would probably have her shooting at him. They made him grin, though.

Dom was not Billy the Kid. Right.

Dom was cooler than that! Listen to her talk gang on her 'turf' who better pay up. Oh... just keep whispering sweet mafia nothings Dom and you'll have his heart forever.

And... right. Easily distracted, who? It wasn't true, actually. Spins just thought in a lot of directions all at once. He could fantasize and listen and enjoy the ride and laugh at the poor car bound people all at the same time.

"I'll do my best to look intimidating." He promised. And actually, despite being slightly ridiculous, Spins was capable of radiating a certain predatory menace when he let the feral mixture of wolf, demon and wild god ride near the surface of his nature. "And shoot when you say bang."

Hard to hold a conversation on the bike, but he was doing best, raising his voice above the roar of traffic and leaning in close. Erm... closer. "Is this shoot as in dead or shoot as in never walk again?"

Sexy female sliding off a motorcycle and off his lap. Sexy woman strutting over to a black SUV and holding out a kevlar vest and a pair of guns. Yeah, he liked this game.

"Right, no holes in me you don't put there yourself." He grinned at her as he slid out of his leather jacket. He'd have to slip out of his shirt if he was going to put on the vest. That was... problematic. At least if he was to listen to his roommate's advise. Ahh well. Such was life. Full speed ahead and damn the torpedoes.

He unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing and slid it off. He was fit, muscled, but too lean, with an almost underfed look about him. How much she saw of the marks he wore would depend on where her eyes fell. Either arm, from wrist to shoulder, the wolf that snarled in the smoke of his back. At least, she'd probably just think he had a tattoo fetish. The vest was on quickly, and the shirt after that, and the jacket. It was true, one would have to look to notice the bulk of the vest.

"So, guns." He stated, lightly, turning his attention to the weapons. What if she hated tattoos? He did not want the sexy woman who let him shoot people to decide he wasn't worth her time because he was born with a few odd marks. Mother, Father, you never should have screwed. ********. He wasn't gonna dwell.

"I'll take the Beretta. It's shiny." This was as good a reason as any, better than most in his opinion. "Goes with my horns." Silver and gold went together, right?

Well, she hadn't gagged or run away in horror. That was worth something right? Spins was, generally speaking, confident to the point of cockyness, without tending to dwell on anything much. But, well, it'd been a good long time since he'd had even a shadows chance of getting laid. Forgive him for being a bit nervous about scaring her off.

But anyway, she was talking, and he was listening. He'd handled guns before, but not THIS gun, and so he was willing to wait through the lecture on it's use with seeming interest, and even the occasional nod when it seemed appropriate. Which wasn't to say he was still exactly, a coin was dancing across the top of his fingers again. But he palmed it the moment she finished talking and held out the gun.

He ran his fingers lightly over it, as if getting to know a slightly skittish animal, and admired it for a moment.

Then he looked up, wearing that same wicked grin, with just a touch more of that the darkness he usually made a point of keeping in check. Oh but he was going to have so very much fun.

"Oh hell yes." There was something under his voice, a burr to it that could almost be the forerunner to a growl. "Let's go play."