<span style="color: #BF0000">As he was wiping between the grooves of an alternator, Dimitri Fratina recognized the sounds of pulsing music and growling engine approaching the place. A smirk crawled over his face as he turned around to see Rayne's sleek Viper eased into the driveway. His hungry brown eyes devoured every line and curve of Rayne's delicious figure as she exited her car and came toward him. Their chat was achingly brief for him, but he knew that he'd be seeing more of her if she had a job for his sister. As she walked away, he burned her image into his mind, just in case he had a little more free time later. <span style="font-style: italic">She wants my dick</span>, he thought with a cocky smile. <span style="font-style: italic">She just doesn't want to give herself up so easily.</span> <br/><br/>Once he cleaned every part of it, Dimitri put the alternator back together and finished off his bottle of Corona. After that, he rummaged through a cabinet and retrieved his homemade bong. After lighting some hashish in the bowl, he put his lips over the mouthpiece and slowly inhaled the smoke. He held it in for nearly ten seconds before coughing the gas out. Shutting his watering eyes, he gagged and muttered, "Fuck!" The euphoric feeling was slowly approaching, so Dimitri continued using his "popper bottle" until he was as high as the stars. <br/><br/>The first time tried weed was when he was nine years old. It was only a few months after thier parents died. He was suspended from school for a week for breaking a classmate's nose. As he wandered the streets looking for something to do, he came upon a group of high school boys getting stoned beside a tattoo parlor. They began jeering and harrassing him for being so short as he passed. Even as a child, Dimitri couldn't stand to be looked down upon. To prove himself to the guys, he took smoked their joint without coughing once. They were impressed with him. Ever since then, he hasn't stopped smoking weed and has started doing other drugs.<br/><br/>Once the hashish was all consumed, Dimitri relaxed and enjoyed the effects. However, they wore off quite rapidly for him because he was so tolerant of the drug. "<span style="font-style: italic">Booored</span>," he moaned to himself. After thinking of what he could do, his lips stretched in a sly smirk at a thought. <span style="font-style: italic">I wonder how that Rioma is doing.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4000FF">"They don't have Mediterranean chicken sandwiches," retorted Detective Seth Carter to his partner, Det. David Santora. For the past two minutes, the two have been arguing over what to order. Santora was still in the passenger's seat as Seth was outside of the car, still leaning an arm on the door of his tan Prius. <br/><br/>"Why don't you just check?" replied Santora with an exasperated smile. Seth's icy eyes dulled as he said, "I've been to Risly's Joint a hundred times. I've memorized the whole goddamn menu. Trust me."<br/><br/>"Then how about you recite it to me?"<br/><br/>"Don't be a smartass," murmured Seth. Sighing, he looked over at the restaurant entrance and asked, "Why can't you just come in with me?" Santora scoffed and said, "I don't want to look like a faggot. At least not with you." <br/><br/>"My God," he mutted as he rubbed his eyes. After shutting his door, he walked up to the restaurant and called back, "You better not complain with whatever I come back with!" He was met with the hum of people's chatter and the sizzles of the grill along with the wonderful aroma of whatever was cooking on it. He took his seat at the bar for the waitress to take his order. As he waited, his eyes moved over to volutuous brunette who was just a few seats away from him. She was pretty impressive, but quite a bit young for him. The girl who walked in a minute later was just as busty, but a lot more skanky. <span style="font-style: italic">Her clothing</span>, he thought, <span style="font-style: italic">would fit the size of the censor bars she would have if she was on TV.</span> <br/><br/>Seth turned toward the front and gave his order to the waitress.</span>