*Illy'd been using his Jeep for work. He'd stolen Am's, cause fuck if he was letting her drive to headquarters, they wouldn't make it a block. He'd wanted to surprise his mate with something that was less of a damn hazard on the road, preferably something that enabled her to get the hell away from chasers when needed. Instead, he'd ended up staring at glossy advertisements for the latest and greatest shit, and realized that he had zero idea what she'd want. Heaving a sigh, he acknowledged that she'd likely be irritated if he bought her a damn car to begin with, as she demanded to be able to do her fair share in running the household. His smiled at the thought. She kept him fed, clothed, and horny. Wasn't anything else he could ask for, really, he was a simple man.*
*Shoving all of the ads into a binder, he grabbed two beers before heading into the living room to drop next to her on the couch. Handing her one of the bottles, he laid the folder across her lap* No arguments. No bitching. If I have to listen to Am gripe about bullshit first thing in the morning for another week, I won't be responsible for the hurt feelings when I tell her to shut the hell up until I've gotten at least two cups of straight caffeine into me. *motioning to the photos that had spilled out, he took a quick sip of the beer before continuing* I uh... had no idea what the fuck you'd want to replace the other one. You don't mind the Jeep, but it's not exactly street legal. I got a badge to worm my way outta shit, you don't.
And. *he tossed her a sheaf of papers to sign* You don't gotta be all "I am tiger, hear me roar" neither. Mack called in a favor. Informant needs someone with experience with people of the non-human persuasion for a gig. Since it requires special knowledge, they're willing to pay top fees. Mack sent 'em some shots of people he could get on short notice. They want you, little bit. So pick your new locomotion, and pick the location cause they're willing to let you call the shots and tell 'em where you're gonna be. Can't beat it. Then, when you got yourself a shiny new spread, the other assholes can fuck right off with their bullshit shoot and cheap-ass models.
*His lips twitched as he shifted so he could let her press against him. He'd never been the type to welcome touch, but damned if he could get enough of contact with Illy.* Turns out, someone forgot to pay some taxes, and was hiding funds. General felt it was his civic duty to send a note to the IRS. So their cost saving maneuvers ain't gonna save 'em dick now. I would normally say ignorance is bliss, what don't hurt others, bygones be bygones, blah blah. But in this case? Karma's a bitch. I fully expect you to show 'em how bad they fucked up when you blow 'em away.
And. *he tossed her a sheaf of papers to sign* You don't gotta be all "I am tiger, hear me roar" neither. Mack called in a favor. Informant needs someone with experience with people of the non-human persuasion for a gig. Since it requires special knowledge, they're willing to pay top fees. Mack sent 'em some shots of people he could get on short notice. They want you, little bit. So pick your new locomotion, and pick the location cause they're willing to let you call the shots and tell 'em where you're gonna be. Can't beat it. Then, when you got yourself a shiny new spread, the other assholes can fuck right off with their bullshit shoot and cheap-ass models.
*His lips twitched as he shifted so he could let her press against him. He'd never been the type to welcome touch, but damned if he could get enough of contact with Illy.* Turns out, someone forgot to pay some taxes, and was hiding funds. General felt it was his civic duty to send a note to the IRS. So their cost saving maneuvers ain't gonna save 'em dick now. I would normally say ignorance is bliss, what don't hurt others, bygones be bygones, blah blah. But in this case? Karma's a bitch. I fully expect you to show 'em how bad they fucked up when you blow 'em away.