Jamie's Cafe Annual Car Show

[Kray]

Hot food he didn't have to cook and plenty of classic, vintage and rare cars to look at, well he might have one in mind but he was still in the market for something new and these were more his era so be it to strike a deal with someone, draw some inspiration or slimily for once to do something he enjoys that doesn't involve fear and violence the ogre towers as menacing as ever over the crowds moving between the cars on show.

[Circe]

Circe knows a little bit about how to DRIVE sort of drive. Not enough to have a big star as a copilot, but enough to pass insurance for stunt driver only scenes. Does that mean Circe is going to arrive in her Dodge Charger via high-speed drift into a perfect parking job? And risk the other gorgeous cars? Absolutely not, that'd be expensive. High speed parallel parking to make the other drivers panic however was just fine with her.


As she opens her door, a set of fancy elaborate plate decorated gloves adorning her hands, she gives a polite Tibetan greeting to those shaking fists at her. They go well with the red leather jacket she is sporting with Khaki cargo pants. She needed pockets for tools, just in case. Well, for A TOOL that could be any, plus pockets for other reasons too.


Should she not be melting in such attire? Summer is bullshit only second to Contracts, thank you very much. Circe instead raises both hands to give the rocker symbol with a vocal greeting, "che succede, stronza!"


The Summer Queen locks up her ride, leaving it for inspection and is certain she pulled everything illegal from inside it. Sure, there may be some shells in the trunk, but that gun was legal.


"Hey!" She shouts to, well, anyone, "Cafe right? They have coffee here?!"

[Kray]

Its as the giant is admireing a classic corvette a very good looking car albeit not one he ever had a hope of fitting in with the roof up, but still worth a minute to admire that the Italian accent catches his ear.

The bombastic energy gets a snort from him certainly a way to liven up the event. On his way over some poor sod has been relieved of a freshly brought tray of hot drinks, even most petrol heads no better then start with the giant when he puts his best scowl on. "Huh. Well seems the duchess of hazard has arrived." So either he has been watching movies recently or is referencing the much older tv show. Holding out the tray of four drinks for her to take one. "Ha. Nice car Mary." It was sure prettier then the ford of Theseus he had until recently owned.

[Circe]

Before Circe get be too much of a Summer troll to irritate ire into rage upon herself, a real Troll shows up with that sweet, heated ambrosia. "Ah, a tall gentleman in an EXCELLENT hat!"


Circe gives an exaggerated clap as Kray finds her smile to be probably to nice for Circe's personality. "With the best elixir of bean juice to even be made? Johnny, you be more than good," she accepts a cup of coffee, "You are greater than a tiger my man."


Stupid silly puns are funs. She sips the coffee. It is not Common Grounds or gourmet cafe level, but she wasn't paying for it. It wasn't worse than Keurig though, so there was taht in its favor.


"Thank you, tuned engine and tweaked suspension included," she sips the coffee and pats the hood of her car. It is still quite warm to the touch, she'd only just stopped it. "You bring you own ride to this?"

[Kray]

Well he wouldn't describe himself entirely like that. "Uh. two thirds true." He was tall and he did have a nice hat. "Oh. You looking to get into a race or some such." Noticing the gloves that looked more like they were meant for clobbering, which well they could be. Selecting one of the hot beverages himself the other two get passed onto another passer-by with a glare equal to the one that acquired the drinks in the first place.

Now that get a chuckle, Tony was an add from even before his time. "Uh. I heard you call for coffee and well no need to let a friend go wanting." When it came to caffeinated beverages his palette was less discerning then some other foods but it could have been made from the mud the plant grew in and he could still keep it down. "Ah. Something sweet in this one." Not bad just unexpected. "Uh. But Beating out the frosty tiger is high praise." Yeah he got that one.

He wouldn't touch her car, it wasn't proper to do so without permission and some owner got real funny about that. "Huh. Custom work, you know someone or did it yourself?" A shake of his great head inclines the negative. "No. Just admiring today, see one I like might see if its for sale, I'm pretty sure I know what I want but you never know something here might tempt me." There were many nice cars here but none so far he would stand a chance of sitting in comfortably.

[Circe]

"It is a VERY nice hat," Circe solemnly tells him. "Hmm?" She hums as she sips her coffee. "Ah, non, non, uh no." She shakes her head in the negative. "Tweaks might be great, buuuut questions could be asked by sore losers," she smirks at him widely then frowns, "Still can't believe the bouncy lil' parkour mooonaic beat me."


"Awwww," she tries to fake swoon at the kindness, but can't with the coffee still getting sipped. "Though, that'd I'm ME!," she waves her free hand wide, "Coffee could lure me under a box string trap. IF it is good coffee." Circe admits with no jest as she sips the current brew. "It is better than being compared to the, uh, guys that looked like melting candles? Forget what they were selling. Fought an admiral or something."


Commercials memories getting a brief interruption of thoughts? How ironic that.


"I don't have a lift and given my, uh, work schedule," she shrugs, "Nor the time. Found a decent grease monkey to do some work. Not much, but curves and giddy up are something most look forward to," Circe nods at this with a smirk. She is hanging out with Springs too much. Coffee is sipped some more as it turns out Kray isn't showing of a convertible. She eyes him up and down at the thought, then shakes her head with a frown.


"Temptation is good, but check the legroom. Given your, well long you," she waves her free hand at his legs, "A rag top would solve it, but you'd need driving goggles for something like that Miata over there," Circe points to a car with an open roof. The roof rack on top of it wouldn't even reach Circe's rack, it was so short. "Mine might work, uuuh, if you scrunch, but it ain't for sale. Good model though, giddyup, leg room, oh ho ho ho!" A joke occurs to her. "I could quote Al Pacino about the trunk space too, oh ho ho ho! Good movie."


Given Kray's size and what she knew about cars? A lot of that knowledge was trunk and hiding spaces for smuggling. But height? Probably a commuter SUV would be the least uncomfortable for the giant Autumn Troll.