"Well good luck, because by the end of the night I'm sure I'll be driving us home too." Ember gave another grin before starting the engine and putting the car in drive.
The the first red light she slammed on the breaks, and didn't even bother with an apology. But after a few more streets she got with the rhythm of things, and her driving seemed to match those around them.
He laughs while holding tightly to the door, “you weren’t kidding, you really can’t drive!”
The car skidded into the parking lot and Ember grinned, "at least we didn't die, nor did we get pulled over." She switched the car off unlocking the doors and slid out.
He walks out of the car and stretches, he surveys the area quickly, “ah good choice,” he offers an arm for her to link with, “my lady?”
Ember eyed his arm before awkwardly taking it. "This is just because I don't want any harassment from inside." Though she really didn't think anyone would mess with her.
“Sure,” He laughs, “I’m guessing I won’t be buying you any drinks”
Ember shrugged, "I've got my own money." With that she headed inside and took a seat. "So, tell me about your exciting life."
He orders himself another drink before sitting next to him “Ah…what part of it? You want the sad, sob, story? Or the story that makes me seem like a hot badass?” He asks, dripping with sarcasm
Ember held in a laugh, "well I think a sob story would be nice. But why don't we hear the other one?" She leaned forward and rested her chin on her hands.
“Alright, well..I’m single” he laughs, “and I’m attractive, so that covers those bases, um…I run a multimillion dollar gang business” he laughs, “I’m not very good at talking about myself”
"Hmm, I see." Ember nodded her head and downed her drink in a few gulps. "Is anyone truly good at talking about themselves?"
“you might be” he says, ordering another drink, “tell me about yourself, I don’t want to know what the papers tell me, I want to know what Ember tells me”
Ember bobbed her head, "well, the papers pretty much sum me up. But I used to want to join the circus. Though I'm guessing the papers said that too."
“The circus? For what?” He tilts his head, not recalling having read that in any of the papers
Ember bit her lip, a little embarrassed. "I uh, I can jugel knifes." She shook her head. "I know, its really weird."
“That’s cool!” He says loudly and laughs, “man if I tired to juggle knifes, I’d be dead in an instant” He orders another drink and laughs
"Uh, its really not that cool. Its actually pretty easy." Ember sighed, "Pluse, you don't start with real knifes."
“…you don’t?” He asks
Ember rolled her eyes and laughed. "Of course not. Do you know how many time's I'd have died if I didn't start with fake ones?"
“Oooh, faaake knifes!” He pulls up his sleeves of his hoodie, revealing several scattered scars, “see knifes were never my specialty” he says with a laugh
"Oh my." Ember studied each scar before looking up slightly confused. "How did they happen?"
“I tried to learn knife fighting before I got all my firearms…it didn’t work out very well” he laughs and pulls his sleeves back down quickly
"Hmm, sir I believe you made a huge mistake. And whoever was teaching also did." Ember bobbed her head again before resting it back on her hands.
He laughs, “eh mistakes make stories for later”
"Then is that all to the story? That it didn't go so well?" Ember raised her eyebrows.
“Well,” he taps his fingers on the table, “that’s not all there is to the story” he finishes off his drink and puts the cup upside-down on the table before resting his chin on it.
"Hmm, well do tell. After all, who doesn't love a good story?" A smile danced on Embers lips. "And please, don't exaggerate."
“I’d never!” He laughs, “so you know how I’m the leader of the gang now? I had to train for that responsibility, so while I was training I was supposed to try to learn knife-fighting…I wasn’t very good at it so one of my uncles, who was in charge of training said ‘you know, let’s see if we can find him some motivation!’ And so their idea of ‘motivation’ was to actually attack me during practice.” He laughs slightly as he stares into his cup after flipping it over, “that’s where a lot of my scars come from…tough love, they called it, you know?”
"Oh my." Ember had a shocked look on her face. "Your uncles seem like…nice people?" She shook her head, "but um, I'm assuming it didn't work?"
“No, not at all, all I can really do is hand-to-hand combat and firearms. And there’s no need to sugarcoat anything, they were awful bastards,” He laughs and leans back against the chair, “but it doesn’t matter now”