<div class="floatright">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYzFhYTAzZDItZjQ3YS00ZDEwLTg5MWUtMDBlZjZjNmZhMmUwL2ltYWdlXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNDIzNjk2ODU@._V1_SY380_SX380_AL_.jpg)</div>I had to bite my tongue not to comment anything on the remark, or compliment, that I was good with my hands. Like, really really hard.<br/><br/>These two had a certain style, an attitude that conflicted the fuck out of me. Their arogance and confidence was sickening and probably misplaced. They didn't seem like the types who had ever done anything honest or hard work in their lifes. They lived in this sick dreamworld where everything always came naturally and had somehow convinced themselves that they deserved it all. Having been to places like Mosul and Fallujah, I know better. Nobody deserves anything for free. Everything is material and has to be earned. So when they mentioned he won a Ford Torino at a game of poker, I just snorted in disgust.<br/><br/>Not only do I loathe poker, it's nothing to do with actual skill, just luck and bluff, again something I have never been able to rely on in warzones, anybody being arogant enough to put their Torino up at stakes, doesn't deserve it.<br/><br/>"What kind of dumb fuck puts his Torino up at stakes?"<br/><br/>I didn't care about insulting people. People nowadays get offended by everything. We're creating a generation where everybody has to be pampered and treated with silken gloves. People bullshit each other all the time, lying about who they are, about how lovely their friends' new haircut is and how we all have to be friendly and equal to safe the world. It's honestly fucking disgusting. at least these two didn't seem like that.<br/><br/>In hindsight, they probably could have just offered a drink and I'd have come over. No need to gimme all the bullshit details about the Torino. I had no intention of messing with a perfectly good car, given that it was, and certainly wouldn't do it boost this man's ego even more. His girlfriend was doing a grand job at that.<br/>There was something about these two. They were different. I wasn't sure if they were different in a good or a bad way, but with all the hippies and fake people here in California, different was good.<br/><br/>I thought about his proposal a little bit.<br/><br/>Sparkplugs I had in store, a specialised airfilter I had to order but it could be here tomorrow.<br/><br/>"My name is Lizzy. Not lady."<br/><br/>If there is anything in this world that I am not, it's a lady.<br/><br/>"I'll drive her to your place tomorrow after closing time. Tell me where and I'll be there."<br/><br/>I knew it was a date, not just a return of his car. I also knew that I had to get back home using public transport or a taxi, something I really hated as it exposed me to people that usually got on my nerves. And if you don't know what happens when people get on my nerves, ask Bobby. Or Trevor, or Mia or Jay... Or just take my word for it. I do have some anger issues and violence is usually the answer.