"H'oh no you don't!" in what was an entirely natural reaction, Nino spun on his heel and grasped Kiddo by his slender shoulders, "Get your skinny ass back here! You aren't opting out now! I've already started counting my change for your pack 'a smokes!"<br/><br/>A very fluffy, unnaturally vibrant red head leaned out of the car window, craning her neck and squinting awkwardly. It couldn't have been a worse combination, the biggest outdated frizz ball, aching for the eighties in a Fiat Panda. And for those of us that don't speak car, the normal people amongst our number, take a regular four by four, heat-wash it a good ten times smaller so's only to fit four passengers, spatter it in mud and shape it like a cubists wet dream.<br/><br/>"I put me knickers on for this!" Katie beamed out of the window, the glisten in her eyes only matched by the shine of enough silver in her face to classify as shrapnel. "Shit me Nino! He's dinky!"<br/><br/>The Italian blinked a few times at his friend before scowling, "He is here! You can quit talking about him in third person," he smiled apologetically at Cain, eyes quietly<span style="font-style: italic">pleading</span>with him to give this rabble a chance, "Cain, that's Katie, Katie this is--"<br/><br/>"Shit me Cain! You're dinky!" the girl grinned thrusting a hand through the window like it was about to blow up at any moment, "You like thrash metal Cain?"