Nino cracked up, eyes lighting up at the mention of money.<br/><br/>"All the better then," he yelled after kiddo-honey as he awkwardly shrugged off a thick sheet of drowsiness and slunk off to change. He didn't feel too guilty having enforced the sheer might and will of peer pressure on the kid. Peer pressure was the best kind of pressure as far as he was concerned. He wore his cub scout badge for it with pride.<br/><br/>-- Well, really, this went beyond the metaphor. Nino had been victim to four tattoo's, three navel piercings, two tongue piercings, a septum ring and a partridge in a pear tree before the tender age of fifteen all because dodgy Dave's daddy owned a parlour and had no reserves or qualms about inking minors. That and Katie thought it'd be funny. All in all he was a walking, breathing monument to teenage stupidity and he knew it!<br/><br/>Given the chance to do it all again he wouldn't change a thing!<br/><br/>His bundle of chums were the fucking tops! Cain... well he just had that same horses-ass edge of rebellion and smugness that would fit right in! Kiddo-honey's reluctance and the ink scrawls on his permanent record served as a bloody season pass to the gang. They'd love him! Adore him! Suck him up like a vacuum does dust bunnies!<br/><br/>Ahh he'd be the youngest, but the future was in the youth as they said!<br/><br/>Nino raised a dark brow as Cain returned, "Slick as silvers, kiddo-honey," he purred, motioning to the outfit, a small grin tipping the corner of his lips, "And don't be worrying, yeah?" he hauled himself to his feet, waltzing over and giving him a bone rattling slap across the back of his shoulders, "We know all the best places! You'll have a bangin' time!"