Party notices the hesitation and it assures him--not because he likes to intimidate, but because it's healthy to be wary--and so he says nothing as the girl talks, eventually taking off the mask and tossing it in the back seat. He can still smell Fun Ghoul's goddamn cancer sticks in the back, and the faint smell of the bleach Jet Star had spilled during an emergency patch-up of Kobra Kid.
"Please tell me you have a cigarette in those nifty leather pants of yours," He asks first and foremost. He turns sharply to the left, partially because he never really got a licence and partially because if he keeps turning, it's easier to lose people that are following him. If they're following them. Party takes no chances.
The 'sugar bear' nickname isn't lost on him, either, but an odd expression flickers across his features. News A Go Go used to call Agent Cherri Cola that, and now the two were missing. Gone. Probably ghosted out in the zones.
"Big picture plan is we bust outta this hell hole. I've done it before in my world--something similar to this--so it should be a piece of cake." He hopes. "Once I get proper intel and enough people, that is."
[location: the streets of Taxon]
"Please tell me you have a cigarette in those nifty leather pants of yours," He asks first and foremost. He turns sharply to the left, partially because he never really got a licence and partially because if he keeps turning, it's easier to lose people that are following him. If they're following them. Party takes no chances.
The 'sugar bear' nickname isn't lost on him, either, but an odd expression flickers across his features. News A Go Go used to call Agent Cherri Cola that, and now the two were missing. Gone. Probably ghosted out in the zones.
"Big picture plan is we bust outta this hell hole. I've done it before in my world--something similar to this--so it should be a piece of cake." He hopes. "Once I get proper intel and enough people, that is."