<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/David_Wolf.jpg)</div>Dave shrugged.  "I don't have money for a cab."  He paused before adding.  "Not if I want to spend anything at the mall."  And he really had built up an appetite in the fight.  Fries and a milkshake sounded real good.  He looked over to Michelle, considering asking her for a loan.  It wasn't like he couldn't make all the money he wanted - he had gator hides curing back on the rez that where worth a fair amount, and no poaching laws to worry about on Native land.  He just had never needed money before now.<br/><br/>"Sure, whatever, lets go."  He wasn't going to worry about a few bucks, and whatever happened, he needed to work with his fellow Scions. "How do we get a cab?"