Nino chuckled and let the kid boss him for bit, even put up a few half hearted complaints of, "God!" and, "Relax! You'll live longer!" grinning all the while.<br/><br/>He slipped into the car, squeezing up, skinny jeans squeaking awkwardly against the leather upholstery. He gave leafy's thigh a good solid slap, cheeky enough to leave it stinging, "Cheers son!"<br/><br/>"Ow!" the blond squeaked blushing, "Fuck off you dick! What was that for!?"<br/><br/>"You looked in need," he explained cheerily, squeezing up for Cain, "Let's get this show of the road!  Josh, where we hitting first?"<br/><br/>Josh, the grand finale of the crew of misfits glanced back, one hand still on the wheel. He was a darkskinned bright eyed kid with less meat on him than a vegetarian all-you-can-eat, "Blue Pyramid," he said over his shoulder, "Egyptian themed club on the waterfront.. you know, next to the docks! Thought we'd go exotic!"<br/><br/>"S'long as the booze is cheap!" Katie piped up excitably. Nino shook his head and let the conversation swell up around him as the engine growled to life. It was the usual lude and crude fiasco on her part, Josh cut in to make a quick quip every now and then Leafy remained the ever level voice of reason. It was the usual hollow minded babble. A quick update on some old member of the gang, one moment they'd be cast down like Judas, 'I can't believe she'd lose morality like that, I would never', they could do nothing right and a thousand examples would be pushed onto the table, the next one member of the conversation would centre in on a finer detail, 'Yeah, but she does make me laugh! remember that time when--' and suddenly all sins were forgotten, the old member entirely redeemed as they all threw in a favourable word or a fond memory.<br/><br/>Such was the nature of conversation.<br/><br/>The Italian tuned out, eyes on the window, passing street lamps overhead painting his skin with bars of light, setting both eyes and piercing metal a glisten like shrapnel in a bonfire and then moving on ushering him back into temporary darkness. He rolled one for himself, letting the relaxed mood sink into the pores of his skin. He lit up with a musical click of his zippo and sunk back, long legs crossing in the space between the two front seats.<br/><br/>"Feeling any better?" as the smoke curled across his tongue and danced out into the air, his voice moved with it. His gaze traveled the young Cains features searching for a distant hint of an answer.