Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

Lara had just settled into the driver's seat of the old truck after picking up some oil from an auto parts store when her phone loudly blared a tweaked version of Barbie Girl from her pocket. She couldn't help but laugh to herself every time it went off, no matter how long it had been his ringtone. With the jug on the floor of the passenger seat, she settled back into her seat and brought the phone to her ear. Hey, Luke, you recouping alright? A pronounced yawn was her answer and she rolled her eyes before he actually spoke. You wanna get some grub? Kel is working until three and I'm gonna starve until she gets back. She laughed and agreed. Yeah sure, I've had a long morning and the banana isn't cutting it. A drawn out, feminine ew was her immediate answer. Skank, I don't wanna know about any 'bananas' you're eating in the morning! I just want good bistro food! Christ, will you ever grow up? Or are you forever going to be the tit-obsessed sixteen year old boy-child I met in high school? she laughed as she turned the key and started the truck. Hey, you've seen Kelley! Isn't that your answer? Meet me in twenty at our usual! She didn't even get a chance to retort before the call ended. She snorted to herself and dropped her cell into the cup holder before throwing the truck in drive and pulling out of the parking lot. It would take her at least ten minutes to get there, anyway. The rest of her errands would have to wait. The drive was surprisingly easy no one had cut her off, everyone was at least going the speed limit...maybe it would be a nice day to recover, after all! Her optimism faded somewhat at sight of a police cruiser parked in the lot of the bistro and she couldn't help but to scowl. That was the last thing she wanted to see right now after one of its comrades in arms had broken up her fun last night and likely many nights to come. The Fox was on temporary leave yet again until she felt safe enough to start taking her out on solo runs and eventually attempt another meet, and nothing made her crankier than being reminded of that fact. With a frustrated sigh, she made the conscious decision to park in an empty spot on the opposite side of the lot before ensuring her wallet was in her back pocket and heading inside. While grabbing a table for two, she spotted the uniformed officer in question and let her hazel gaze study him for only a moment before she took the seat facing away from him at the free table. When the waiter approached for drink orders, she requested a tea and coffee and waited a quiet five minutes or so until Luke unceremoniously dropped into the seat in front of her, looking disheveled as always and muttering under his breath. You get my coffee, bitch? Don't I always, shithead? she laughed, gesturing to the waiter just as he dropped off the two warm mugs, one with the string of a teabag pulled neatly over the side. She thanked him and asked for a few minutes to peruse the menu and make her decision. He nodded and fell back, giving her some time to revel in the warmth of the mug and take a cautious sip. So they got Mikey last night. The quiet declaration sent Lara's mood spiraling south in a hurry. Her gaze darkened to liquid amber. The Chally asshole? The affirmative nod had her sighing. Can't say I didn't see it coming...he talks too big as it is... They both paused and took a sip of their respective drinks, Lara's gaze idly scanning the menu she probably should've had memorized by that point. Any idea how much he knows? Nope. She swore quietly. Guess we'll see what happens. She let the course of their conversation shift as the waiter returned for their meal orders.