Gasoline in your veins (Private)[Finished]

[Rennia Trayvold]

Interstate highways. They were the arteries of the continental United Sates. They were the paths through which the majority of traffic flowed and moved goods from one place to another. They were only rivaled by the great railways for their sheer freight movement, and only by the air lanes for their sheer passenger movement. No other single route carried so much of both. They were the great, free American roads to freedom.

However, as free as they were, they were always a point of contention with Rennia. Sure they were open, free, and had generally higher speed limits than most other roads. They also had drawbacks. As much as Rennia loved weaving, it was weaving around the bends she enjoyed. Freeways presented their own form of weaving. Often times traffic was high at them, no matter what the time of day was. Even at Two thirty in the morning you could see heavy traffic on the freeways. Then there was the more beefy patrol that went along with those traveled lanes. Freeways often had more police than other roads. That meant that there was more of a chance of getting caught if you violated the speed limit. Finally there was the lack of proper bends in the road. She did love straight roads that let her open up that massive V8 engine of hers, but she also loved the turns that she could speed around and be pulled into the turn.

In this instance, despite all the drawbacks, Rennia found herself on one such freeway. In the middle of Utah sat Interstate seventy. It was one of the major southern arteries that eventually took people near big cities such as Chicago and Denver, and down near Vegas after turning off onto Interstate fifteen. Somewhere on that major artery sat a 'relic' of older times in America. It was a reminder of times when gas was cheap and the general populace was more apt to wander these great highways just for the fun of it. It was a monument to the great steel forges of Detroit, Michigan. The deep red 1967 Chevrolet Corvette Stingray cruised down the road at a respectable seventy-five miles an hour.

The machine had been designed back in a time when the general speed limit had been closer to forty or fifty-five. Back then the machine would have been cruising in fourth at low rumble. Today, under normal circumstances, the engine would have been roaring at closer to two thousand five hundred revolutions per minute. The top speed on the vehicle being close to maybe a hundred and twenty, a hundred and forty... if you were lucky.

However, this particular corvette showed it's modifications to the trained eye. Even at seventy-five the machine's RPM was remarkably low. Perhaps fifteen hundred, if that. It produced a rumble barely above idle. That was due in part due to two particularly unusual elements to the machine. First was the over-sized, overpowered engine that sat hidden within the engine compartment. It provided far more horsepower and torque than the original engine, which allowed for a better gear ratio. The second element was that the machine had an entirely different transmission than it had been originally manufactured with. Instead of the four speed manual that came with the machine, there was a six speed manual. This meant that the machine could grab higher speeds without as much sacrifice to it's overall acceleration. Then there was one final element that aided to a lesser extent. Sat in the rear of the machine were a pair of over-size rear tires. Larger tires meant more to grab and propel the car per revolution of the rear axle. That meant that it had to move less for the same amount of ground gained.

Rennia sat with an arm propped in the window, gazing idly out ahead of her as she rolled down the road leisurely. She of course kept aware of her peripheral view and rear facing mirrors, making sure that she didn't run into anything or had anyone run into her, but she was simply almost bored going the speed limit. Upon the machine's equally upgraded radio, old rock poured out into the cabin. Despite the volume being significantly high, a majority of it was drowned out by the loud radio and the open window at her side.

Finally the daemoness sighed and lifted her head off her hand. She gave a quick look around her surroundings before making up her mind. Her left hand suddenly grasped the wheel as she took her right hand off. Said right hand then shot sideways to grasp at the shift knob sat to her right. Then her left foot came up and lightly sat against the clutch. In the next instant her right foot pressed forward upon the throttle. The result was instantaneous.

The supercharged engine suddenly ROARED. What had been a low rumble before became a growl of aggression as the vehicle suddenly sprang forward like an unleashed wolf or cheetah. At the same time the machine began weaving to avoid the other vehicles upon the road. Thankfully this road had multiple lanes for which the vehicle to maneuver as it launched forward at a heart-pumping speed. It blew passed eighty in but a fraction of a second, eighty-five....ninety. Then suddenly the roar quieted for but a brief second. The clutch was depressed, then the shift knob pulled back. Fourth gear. The machine then shot forward again as the accelerator was depressed. Soon the machine had shot passed one hundred and it kept climbing.

The daemoness's fast reflexes allowed her to navigate traffic better than most humans ever could. She could process and react to the road and other vehicles before others would have even registered it. Her inhuman nature and her years of experience gave her an edge like none other. Nimbly avoiding the other cars and trucks on the road, Rennia pushed the vehicle passed one-twenty. In 1967 she would be nearing the top of the factory speedometer. Now, she was barely passed half-way and still climbing. Similarly the RPM gauge had been replaced to accommodate the engine's different limits. Every time she neared the top of the safe RPM zone, her engine roared and whined. The roar was from the four hundred and fifty four cubic inches of space within the cylinders. The whine was from that wound up supercharger attached to it that helped to force air into those cylinders and allow a greater burn potential.

Outside the noise was equally loud. The twin, side-mounted exhaust pipes vibrated violently as wind, road surface, and engine power acted on them. From within came the sound of eight cylinders venting the remains of the burned gasoline and oxygen. This... this was heaven for the Daemoness. She was barreling down Interstate Seventy without a care in the world, dodging cars and singing down the road. Speed was one powerful drug that she did not mind taking.....

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam was a happy lad back in his day. His father took him out on safe motorcycle rides through the country while his mother took him racing down the highway in a bug... he greatly enjoyed his trips to Cedar point in past summers. There he could go fast. As he grew older, so too grew his desire for speed and control. After wrecking his car after years of drifting and pushing it to the limit, he was finally able to 'Liberate' as he puts it, a very interesting '96 Ford ranger. While the truck's bed seems like it holds a bunch of stuff, everything has it's rightful place. Also straps and such were installed to keep it from banging around. That kind of innovation helps and Adam can't figure out why the previous owner never figured that out.

This beauty had those fancy tinted lights, covered grill (as to not see the old ford logo), bed cover, and a new fancy 5.0 engine in it. Adam had no idea what the hell a 5.0 engine was but the man he liberated it from seemed to be very excited he was able to swap it out.

Windows down and Combichrist blaring, Adam is cruising. He seems to calculate the other driver's behavior almost perfectly. Sneaking in mere inches away from cars as he swerves in and out, Doors vibrating from either the speed or the music. On the floor next to him is a small stack of license plates as well as a screwdriver. He seems to not have a care in the world while he spots something in the distance. While he has no true knowledge of cars, he does love the color red.

Adam, being the man who likes fast red things almost as much as he likes women, decides to try and catch up to the red bullet in the distance.

[Rennia Trayvold]

The daemoness had managed to get to a clearing between two groups of vehicles and was thus able to rocket forward in a fairly straight line. Every bump in the road was absorbed nicely by the upgraded suspension. In fact, there was little on this monster that hadn't been upgraded in one form or another. Hidden behind the solid steel rims that her tires hugged were a set of massive disk brakes. These particular brakes were common to modern day supercars. Massive cross-drilled 20" rotors and multi-pistoned calipers allowed the vehicle to stop at an amazing rate without locking up the tires.

That's when the daemoness spotted it. A quick glance to her rear-view mirror provided a rather amusing sight. Some distance behind her she could see a large form weaving in and out of traffic. The size of the dot told her that it was either an extremely large car... or a small truck. She was willing to bet on the latter. The daemoness could not help but chuckle. Fast cars were certainly something she enjoyed, but fast trucks were always a sight for her too. The larger machines capable of reaching respectable speeds always provided a good shock to those who couldn't believe that a truck could indeed go faster than eighty miles an hour.

This particular truck seemed to be going quite fast.... Fast enough that the daemoness tilted her head to the side. Was it trying to catch up to her? My this afternoon, which had been previously dull, seemed to be becoming interesting rather quickly. Curious of this new arrival, the daemoness let her speed level out. Still in fourth gear she was roaring down the road at an easy one-twenty-five. Her RPM was near red, but it would be fine for a good while still unless she pushed it up into that red zone.

Rennia kept a close eye on the other vehicle as it crept closer and closer and closer. With each passing instant, more and more detail came into focus. When it was but perhaps a quarter of a mile behind her, Rennia was able to make out that it was... in fact, a Ford Ranger. The particular model and trim made her guess that it was mid to late nineties. It was the same year group as the truck she had back home, and indeed similar to the Ranger a friend of hers used to own.

It seemed like ages to her as she waited for the other vehicle to catch up. By then she had needed to weave around a few more vehicles as she quickly overtook nearly all other traffic on the road.

Now she waited to see what the Ranger would do now that it was on her tail....

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam was pushing this thing as fast as he could. 'What the hell did that guy do to this thing... no wonder he wanted a solid 30k...' he thinks to himself the whole way up. This thing was modified to handle fast speeds yet he knew none of it, nor how much damage he had done to this thing in order to catch up to the car. As he got closer he started to notice that the driver may not be a man. When there was a break in traffic he quickly tried to get next to her and wave before getting back behind her. A large smile on his face is he accomplished this task.

Eventually he reached his hand out of his truck and seemed to beckon her to pull over, even slowing down slightly. If she didn't slow down he would attempt to catch back up to her once again.

[Rennia Trayvold]

Rennia wasn't often one to show off. Even with these speeds (Which she usually reserved for minimal traffic), she hadn't been doing so previously to show off. She'd done so for own enjoyment. Fuck what everyone else thought. She just wanted to go! However, when a Ford Ranger pulled up beside her... Rennia couldn't help but smirk to herself.

When the Ranger caught up beside her, she looked over and that smirk... grew. The truck that had been struggling to keep up with the car would find itself having suddenly overtaken it by leaps and bounds. The car would simply vanish from beside him as it's speed dropped. The driver would catch sight of it again if they looked into their rear-view mirror. There sat the Vette, getting further away for a moment. Then the inevitable happened.

The sudden overtaking had been the result of another depression of the Corvette's clutch. The shifter was snapped into fifth and the clutch released at the same time the gas was pushed forward. That massive 7.4 liter engine growled as the resulting gear shift demanded more work. Still that supercharger did it's job, forcing cooler, denser air into the engine and giving it more than enough oomph to propel it forward yet again. The result was simple. Despite having overtaken the 'vette for a moment, the Ranger would quickly find that the muscle car had shot past it like a bullet, blazing past it's previous one-twenty-five. Upwards the gauge climbed, one-thirty, one-thirty-five, one-forty. Away and away that car would pull. She kept going, watching as the vehicle behind her attempted to keep up with her. Inevitably it would be a lost cause. As powerful as the truck was, it likely could not match the speed of that road-eating demonic car.

The fiendish woman would push the car forward, never taking her eye off her follower, even as it crept further and further back. However, despite temptation, she did not leave the man entirely in the dust. Up ahead she spotted a turn off from the freeway. It was one of those overpass off ramps that lead down a short road into a town that was not far off. The daemoness let off the gas and let her vehicle coast. At the speed she had pushed it to, the initial deceleration was rapid. Wind resistance forced that vehicle to slow down at almost ten miles per hour a second. It continued until the car was going perhaps One-twenty again. Then the speed loss slowly curved down. It still brought the vehicle's speed down, but not as fast now. Eventually she pressed the clutch in and began to feather the brakes. It did not take much pressing with the boosted disk brakes to bring the car's speed down to a respectable fifty miles an hour.

Then she pulled off to the side, shooting up the ramp still way faster than she should have been. She continued to apply the brakes until she reached a stop at the end of the ramp. There she respected the stop sign long enough to be declared legal before turning off onto the overpass and following the road until she made another turn, into the small town on the side of the road. There she pulled off at the gas station, rolling into a stall to gas up. She was likely still well over half, but she still felt like taking the chance to fill up after her splurge of speed. She ventured she must have covered a good thirty miles in that little spree of hers, and with a less efficient, supercharged rat motor... that meant a considerable amount of gas usage beyond the norm.

If the ranger bothered to follow her, it would likely arrive as she was sliding the nozzle of the gas pump into the mouth of her car's fuel port.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

His mouth dropped as his attempt to greet her turned into a challenge. "Son of a..." Pushing the truck as fast as possible to keep up he notices the red bullet suddenly slowing down. Noticing the truck screaming at him while it was in the red, he made sure to go right on the line.

Cussing with amusement and awe, He almost missed the turn. Maybe he should of braked sooner but regardless he was turning NOW. Screeches would most likely be heard at the gas station as the ford ranger drifts up the ramp and nails the stop sign. Thankfully he ignored any possible damage and decided to follow the demon car, wondering why this song sounded like metal on road.

Pulling up in a Not-so-slick style, slight dent in the front.... metal on road sound, stop sign under the car.... not slick at all. He notices the bullet pumping gas as he noisily approaches, turning off his music as he gets closer he realizes that he probably ran over the sign in a way to jam it in his underside.

Adam slowly pulls forward, stopping at the pump next to her, and gracefully gets out of the car proceeds to pull the stop sign from under his truck, open the back, and put it in there like it was no big deal... like he owned the sign and put it under his own truck for kicks. He looks over at the woman and smiles, removing his sunglasses to reveal beautiful blue eyes. "You have an amazing car... who made it... more so.. I'm impressed you handled those speeds..." he smiles sweetly as his eyes seem to look over the car until his eyes meet her body blocking his line of sight. He proceeds to slowly close his eyes, put on his sunglasses, and look up... Trying not to ogle what he didn't come to ogle. He proceeds to rub the bridge of his nose under his glasses. "Sorry..."

[Rennia Trayvold]

After the Daemoness had shut off her engine and stepped out of her car, those two crimson brows hiked up as she heard the metallic pop of the Ranger scoring a date with the stop sign. The woman couldn't help but let out something between a chuckle and a giggle. She didn't have to see the Ranger to know it was the Ranger who had hit it.

She shook her head as she closed the door of her car, turning her attention for the moment to the pump station she was parked at. She had just enough time to lift the nozzle and press the button for which particular grade of fuel she wanted before she turned in time to witness the Ranger rolling up. The sight of it only served as a confirmation that it was indeed the Ranger who nailed the sign. She managed to stifle a wince at the sight of it crushed underneath the Ranger, but the second laugh was unable to be silenced.

Thankfully for the man's pride the laugh was probably not noticeable within his truck. It caused no movement but the faint rolling of her shoulders, and was far too soft to be heard over it's engine... or the scraping of the sign underneath. She occupied herself by pushing the nozzle into her fuel port and acting like she couldn't hear the sign scraping along the road under the Ranger.

As it pulled up beside her, she managed to give him the decency of letting him act cool, at least for the moment. She waited until he disposed of the sign before turning her head to face him with a nod.

As he commented on her car she gave him another nod. "My thanks. It is quite lovely yes, and I did. Well.. General Motors made it. I took what they made and modified it. Engine, Transmission, suspension, interior... little bit of the body.... As for the speeds. Well, I'm used to it by now. I've had years to practice. That and a good car. I doubt I could do that in some shitty generic car."

The woman then chuckled once more as the man apologized, making no effort to hide this one. Her sultry voice was smooth and had a somewhat teasing tone to it, even if she hadn't been trying to be. "It's quite alright. If I got upset every time someone looked my car over... or me... I'd have lost it years ago...."

The woman trailed off an looked over the other being's vehicle. From the side she couldn't make out the dent in the front, though she had seen it during the approach to know it was there. Afterward, she offered yet another nod. "Nice truck. I have to admit, not every day that a truck can manage to push one-twenty... Must have had some work done on it to manage that... especially with the weight in the rear." Despite never having seen what was in the back, the daemoness appeared to know that there was some. She didn't know what it was, but the woman noticed how rigid the truck had reacted, and now could see the slight dip in the rear where the weight of the extra objects took it's faint toll on the truck's ride height.

After a moment the daemoness smirked under the hood she wore. "Did the sign come with the truck or was that extra?"

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

He smiled at this as he folded his arms and nodded. "It's standard for trucks... I just forgot to pick mine up earlier... Better late than never." he smirks as he removes the gas cap and holds up a finger. "One sec." He seems to be one of the few who pays in cash. He seems to strike up a cheerful conversation with the clerk and walks back out, water in hand. "So -You- did all that... Damn..." He catches himself. "Not saying you can't just that I'm impressed someone so young..." He starts to get flustered yet again. "Not say...*sigh*.... Nice job, you're very bright and talented regardless of gender, age... or race." he looks back up as he takes a sip of the water.

He keeps his eyes on her as he puts the nozzle in and presses the grade. "Say.. Where'd ya learn such skill?" he lifts up his glasses as he looks at her face. He has pretty decent eye sight and seems to try and make out her skin and eyes, normal people don't wear hoods like this. He wears a hood because he isn't normal. He removes his own hood to reveal his wavy short hair. he offers her some of his water.

[Rennia Trayvold]

The daemoness chuckled at his reply. At least he was graceful enough to leap on the little jab instead of getting flustered at it like other men would. SHe had to admit he made a quick turn around.

As he went inside she turned back around and carefully leaned on the top of her car. Normally she didn't like other people leaning on her vehicle, and even herself, but she made a careful exception this time. She gazed out across the vast semi-arid landscape of this part of Utah. Another case of rural America. She could see it where she spent most of her time, but not quite like this. Here, near the freeway... That's where the distinct cross between the high paced flow of traffic met the still life of the landscape around it. For her the only sound was the hum and swish of the pump pumping fuel into her car, and the whine of the wheels rolling down the freeway. That song never got old for her.

The song broke as she heard the door of the shop open. She looked over her shoulder to see the man coming back out and she pushed herself carefully off of her car and turned back to face him. It seemed the daemoness would find herself laughing yet again as the man became flustered in his attempt to complement the work she had done on her car. She held up her hand as if to pause him, or simply to dismiss an idea. "You're fine. Not everyone expects a girl to own such a nice car, or to have done so much work on it herself. We females generally tend to be less mechanically minded... usually."

She took in a deep breath and let it out in a slow sigh. It wasn't a frustrated sigh or one of discomfort, but merely one of releasing a bit of pent up energy. "It's hard not to find something to do when you live somewhere where the most exciting thing to happen all year is the melting of snow. You learn to occupy yourself... I suppose that's where I learned to do it all. You grow up in a place without much to do... around engines. Well over the years...." The woman offered a shrug. Okay, it wasn't exactly a lie... but it wasn't the pure truth either. Growing up was definitely subjective in her terms. She had indeed spent many years around internal combustion engines. However, she was, and had been fully mature for quite a considerable amount of years. That begged the question. Just how many years had she spent around engines? The answer of course was over a century. Even before the Model T, the internal combustion engine had been around for a few years.

So the fiendling managed to answer the man's question without...directly lying. And she was skilled enough to do so with a rather innocent smile. So unless one took into account her unusual features, one might be hard-pressed to feel an opening to question her wording. "Took a few years to get it all done. Kinda hard when you're working by yourself most of the time. I had some help occasionally, but.. for the most part I did it all on my own. Not that I'm complaining. It feels nice to have accomplished the greater portion of it on my own. There's something about knowing 'I created this.'"

As the man pulled down his hood, she offered a faint whistle. "My aren't we handsome." A smirk pulled at her lips as she locked her gaze on him. Whether or not she was being honest was anyone's guess but she was quite content to let him believe she thought he was cute. On the other hand, she made no move to remove her own hood, perfectly fine with it being up and offering some protection, if not without drawing attention due to the strangeness of it, from wandering eyes. She'd have much prefer them to notice her hood than what was beneath it.

Still, the daemoness took a couple steps forward and reached out to accept the offered water, though did not open it immediately. Instead she brought the hand back and held it at near waist level as she retreated back to her car. "And what about your truck? Did you do that yourself or did someone else?"

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam's frame of mind seemed to slow to almost a halt as he studied the woman's face in the brief moment she walked forward and accepted the water. With a big grin he stepped back and leaned on the truck. "Got it from a friend up in Montana... He didn't need it anymore so I convinced him to give it to me."

Adam seems to shift his gaze from playful to observant. Since Chicago, he has encountered quite a few of her kind as of late. He starts to look her up and down now, Picturing what could be underneath. 'that jacket could hold wings... why else would such a cute face hide under such a large tarp..' he thinks to himself as he smiles.

His pump clicks as it finishes and his gaze is still on her. He seems to focus on her answer to see her level of rationality and aggression. "Maybe you'd be interested in fixing this thing up sometime?"

[Rennia Trayvold]

"Montana eh? Reminds me of a story or two involving trucks..." The woman chuckled softly, remembering the particular instance she had been referring to. It had been quite the adventure that ended in the most amusing way. Though it wasn't all bad. Any trip where she got to see mountains again wasn't that bad.

She turned to look towards the freeway for a moment, idly watching the cars roll by. The calm was disturbed first by the click of the nozzle on the man's truck, then on her own. She shook her head to clear it and gazes at the nozzle as if trying to remember what she was there for. In all reality she hadn't forgotten but her mind was obviously busy for but a moment. She grabbed up the nozzle and slid it back into place where it was supposed to be. For once she had used a card to pay for her gas, not that she liked to. However this station was one of those following an annoying trend of forcing you to either pay in advance and estimate the amount of gas you'd need... which was a moronic practice... or pay with a card. On one hand, she understood people had a habit of running off without paying... but really?

Her attention was drawn back to the other man as she noticed him observing her. She kept her eyes darting about to prevent from giving him the impression she was watching him back for a short moment. Then she let her eyes fall on him as he made his second comment. The woman's teasing voice flowed across the way to the other man as she replied. "Mmmmm maybe... but I'm not used to working on Fords...." The woman put emphasis on the word Ford, as if there were some significance there. She didn't exactly say it was a bad thing, but mixed between the fact she was driving a GM and put emphasis on the word might make it somewhat obvious she at least had a bias.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

Adam starts to laugh. "If you can't do it.... I understand, I don't want to pressure you... Just figured someone like you'd figure out a way to make this baby haul" He smirks as he puts his sunglasses back on and Appears to look just slightly to her right but regardless he was still watching her. A sly grin seems to linger on his face for a moment. "You seem like a well rounded individual... I like you, bub." He moves to put the nozzle back where it went and put his gas cap back.

Adam moves forward to the front of the truck as he kneels, seeming to pull out something from behind him and under his jacket. If she was focusing solely on it she might see that it was his pistol. With a swift bash he pops the dent back and only a slight outline of the dent can be seen if someone wanted to look for it. He puts the object back behind him as he looks the dent over before standing up. The jet black truck may be lighter than she might have thought. Might have been Very lighter and thus explain it's speed as well as the load. The truck seemed sturdy regardless of it's light weight. This man seems to be hiding something about the truck.

[Rennia Trayvold]

"Ability has very little to do with it. I'm sure there's a lot I could do to that truck. It's merely a personal thing." She looks over the car behind her. "I'm more used to working on.... well... " She gives a faint chuckle."In the end though the actual mechanical theories are the same. They're just applied in different ways. Nothing one can't work around easily enough...."

"Though you do realize that the higher you make it go, the less it'll be able to pull mmm? There are ways to minimize that of course.... A minor alteration to the rear gear ratio... I wouldn't be surprised if that thing had three seven threes in the back. Toe it down to maybe a three five five... Better top speed... little hindrance on acceleration... and towing, but not too great. I assume it's an automatic. Most trucks these days are. Mid Nineties? It's probably a four speed. You can go automatic or manual. Automatics are mostly six speeds these days, but some quality manuals can get seven to nine... Nine is a bit excessive though. Though Automatics do have overdrive... Good for overtaking vehicles... to an extent. Then you change the front gear ratios to something a bit more appropriate. Generally the lower gears can be kept fairly low end. That lets you keep the torque and pull you'd generally have in those lower gears... the ones you'd be towing in. Meanwhile the higher gears can be pushed out... giving higher top speeds. Of course that'd require a more powerful engine... Cold air intake, definitely charged... Multiport injection... Maybe dual cams... allow for a higher are pee em (RPM) before shifting. That help a little with torque issues, and let you push higher in the top gear without... maxing out. Lastly oversize the tires. More movement for less revolutions."

"Doable for sure..." The woman trailed off before perking a brow as she suddenly realize what he had called her. "Bub? ...Bub...." The second time she'd been more musing on the name to herself. The perked brow and third mouthed 'bub' would indicate she was obviously trying to make sense of it. "First time anyone's called me 'Bub.' I've heard it used before... but mostly on men...I know I like cars and all... but last I checked I was still a girl."

She trailed off as she watched him wander up to the front of his truck. Her attention was split between the man's present activities and the fact he had called her bub. It was slightly unnerving in a social sort of way. Either he was quite the hick, or she obviously struck him more as more of a man than a woman. Of course, there was no way she could know the truth of the matter. She couldn't quite read minds... at least not yet.

[Adam Alexander Helviath]

The technical details seem to confuse him aside from words he has heard before. Adam nods along as if to understand and go along with it until she comments on what he called her. he chuckles as he stands up and walks toward her, a soft smile on his face as he gets closer.

"Sorry..." he extends his hand as he bows his head slightly. "It's a personal thing that I call people of interest... it's a long story...." He looks back over at his truck. "I've done a little work to it but it sounds like you could do a whole not more.... I'd pay you..." he looks over with a smile. ".. AND take you out to dinner and a drink." Putting his sunglasses in his hands he winks at her as he leans in closer, or at least attempts to, stopping a few inches from her face.

Regardless of her reaction he seems to have gotten a sudden surge of confidence, or feeling of advantage, all of a sudden and he is taking advantage of the chemicals pumping throughout his body. "what'ya say 'Beautiful? I'll call ya bub and if you want we can check together..." He leans back, smoothly putting on his sunglasses as the words dance off his tongue as if he was practicing this line in his head for a few moments before speaking it.

He pulls out a little device, Seems his truck is a key-less one. The engine roars back to life as the windows roll down. The device is much smaller than a normal key-less remote. Adam puts the device in his pocket before folding his arms.

[Rennia Trayvold]

The daemoness watches him nodding and wonders just how much was sinking into his skull. It didn't really matter of course. She didn't need him to understand even if she did do it. Granted, that put him in the same category as those people who took their vehicles in for an oil change and just accepted what they were told by the mechanics. Things like they needed to flush the oil cooler... Most vehicles didn't have those... So many people were scammed so easily into throwing away money when it came to vehicles... Though she did relent in some manner due to the fact she was suggesting a full blown overhaul instead of a simple oil change.

When the topic shifted towards the name, she tilted her head and gave a soft chuckle. "Oh interesting am I? That I have been called before. I suppose I do technically qualify as interesting, given my tastes." She paused as he spoke again. "You have, hm? Body work, interior, engine?"

She then gave a dismissive wave of her hand as he commented on her being able to do a whole lot more. Before she could comment on it, the man got out his second comment which caused her second brow to join the first in it's hiked up state. That smirk pulled at her lips as he slides in closer. Those crimson orbs flash faintly as the mischievous woman's mind began analyzing the situation. She allowed him to get closer, confident that she could pull out one of the two hidden blades she carried before he got a strike in. Meanwhile she thought for the briefest of instances on how she wanted to reply.

"Are your pockets that deep that you could afford dinner with me?" Of course she made no comment on the thousands of dollars her suggested upgrades would cost the man. Parts didn't come cheap. Performance parts were no exception. His next comment almost caused her to laugh though she managed to restrain it. Instead she turned her head slightly to the side, letting her eyes swivel to retain a lock upon the man. "You'd like that, now wouldn't you? Unfortunately I'm already certain that I am indeed a woman. I don't really need to check that, though thanks for the offer."

Even as the truck's engine sprang to life, Rennia kept her gaze on the man. While the size of the remote was indeed unusual, it wasn't something she was unfamiliar with. Her own truck had been remote start as well, and her time with the military showed her many neat things that would likely stun the average individual. So when the truck sprang to life she only let that smirk grow further along her lips.