There was a nod, “Ah. Should have put the two together with the mention of the scar from a bull. Have you done that for a while? Or something you always wanted to do? Scusate, just never talked to someone who did that.” But she couldn’t really be expected to keep up with what Kine did. “Well, good luck with that.” And she meant it, cause it was a waste of food for Kine to willingly kill themselves. Though why someone would want to ride on a very angry bull was beyond her.
“Least he’s working, and if they treat him good, all the better. But there are some companies hiring for more private type security. Should have him look into it.” Sometimes it was god to play nice.
“Well, you should make sure to call her at midnight, I hear girls like that.” That whole romantic thing or something. She never understood the whole romance thing, maybe it was due to being undead and having been around for over a hundred years.
Laughing, “I find it sometimes easier and cheaper to drink at home sometimes. Call a couple friends over and just hang out. Seems the price of beer and drinks keeps going up at bars.” There was a shake of her head as she finishes off her own.
“Oh yeah, it’s a 1970 Torino GT, 4 speed manual. Got it a couple months ago, traded my jeep for it. Funny story, the car is actually named for the Italian city, Turin, which is Torino in Italian. So it’s kinda like the Italian Detriot.” Little known fact, they were fun sometimes.
“The guys who installed my CD player complained about me defacing a classic.” She rolled her eyes, “Hey, I get the car is a classic and all, but its my car.”