"...I think you should get your things and yourself in my car."

The words echo in my head. Of course I had rushed to do as she asked- well, stated really. I may not be the best when it comes to women but I'd like to think I know an opportunity when I see one.

I glance over at her, trying not to be too obvious about it. She really is something- everything that Lana could never be for me. She was as straight-laced as they come, had never even come out of the closet for that matter, but this girl? Well, she's certainly different. I've always had a thing for long hair and black just so happens to be my favorite color. Now that I think about it I guess I could say I'm about to get lucky. I smile to myself- even if it is a dumb pun.

I glance back to the dashboard. The vehicle itself seems to be talking to me- whispering tales of sex and money through the soft leather seat I'm sitting on.

"Are you in a hurry or would you like to go to a beautiful spot to watch the sunset? Maybe smoke some pot, too?"

My attention shifts and I feel it's safe to outwardly stare for a moment. Did she just say what I thought? I force a laugh but I think it comes out sounding more nervous than what I was going for.

"Hehum, no. No thank you. I mean I've never- I don't smoke." I cringe a bit at how lame that must have sounded. Score, 1 for Beauty, 0 for Brains.

I make myself continue, hoping I can gloss over any awkwardness, avoid that weird pause in the conversation entirely.

"I don't really have anything else to do though. I mean, I don't want to be a bother or anything but I'd love to see whatever you wanna show me!"

...Okay, so maybe that came out wrong. I take a deep breath, hoping she didn't catch my little Freudian slip.

"You know," I continue, choosing my words more carefully, "I could really go for a drink right now before anything else."