Geraldino 'Dean' Lorenzo (biker_dude) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-31 09:47:00 |
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Current location: | David's Shop |
Current mood: | calm |
Entry tags: | david cromwell, place: la, ~dean lorenzo |
Dean Comes to Town
Who: Dean and David
Where: David's Shop
When: Tuesday Night, 3/30
Riding into town on his motorcycle, Dean Lorenzo headed toward where he had found out that David Cromwell's shop was. If he knew David, he figured that he'd be there late, working on some piece of crap bike and trying to turn it into something amazing. It was one of the things he was good at, after all. Sure enough, when he pulled up, he could see the lights still on. He walked inside of the shop and shouted. "David! Come out here and great an old friend properly!" It had been a LONG time since they had seen each other.
What the...? David blinked when the voice startled him (hey, he'd been rebuilding a friggin' ENGINE, ok?), and hopped to his feet, far more nimbly then one would expect from a guy his size. He grinned and ran over to his old friend, pulling him into a manly embrace. "God dammit, ya old dog, where ya been? I haven't seen you since we all separated back in Philly!"
Dean hugged him back. "All over the place, man. You name it, I've been there and raised a little hell in it. When i heard that you had moved down to LA, I had to at least come by and see what you were up to. Nice shop you got here."
"It's small, but I love it. I completely restored an old Harley... ah, it's gorgeous. I'd show it to you, but I already gave it away as a gift." Oh yeah. And it was now PINK.
"Damn, I'd love to see that. Who'd you end up giving it to?" David wasn't the type to make friends easily, so Dean was definitely curious.
"Young girl... guitarist around here. Good kid... needs someone to watch her back." He grinned a little, just adoring his little hyper buddy.
"Young girl? I hope you're at least giving her lessons or something, or your watching skills need to be spruced up," Dean pointed out with a grin.
"Yeah, I'm givin' her lessons. She's a sweet little thing. Way too trusting of people. Best damn guitar player I've heard in a long time though." He laughed, shaking his head. "And possibly the only person I know who WANTED a Harley painted pink."
That made Dean crack up. "Well, she's a girl, so you gotta let her have her way." Dean might be a biker, but he believed in treating women like princesses. "If she's that good of a guitar player, I've got to hear it sometime, though."
"You wouldn't believe it, man. You can't even LEARN the stuff she can do. You gotta be born with that. She's 16 now, and apparently started at 11, and was sick from the START." How sweet... he bragged about Lucy almost like she was his own child.
Dean grinned. "She sounds great. You got anything here by her that I can listen to?" If she was half as good as he was saying, then she would be the best he'd ever heard.
"Not on hand, but if yer staying around for a while, I'll go by her sister's coffee place tomorrow and grab one of her demos." David had missed this.. just sitting around talking about unimportant shit with Dean. "So, after we catch up... you up for a ride around town?"
"Definitely up for some riding. Do you even know the last time I had someone to ride with?" Probably around the last time David had someone someone to ride with. "Definitely willing to hang out for a while to hear this girl if she's half as good as you say."
"Well, I might be a little biased, but still. Aw man, you've missed some good shit." He reached into the small fridge he kept near his tool cabinet, and pulled out two bottles of Jaeger, throwing one to Dean. "Got to go fight in an damn inter-dimensional battle arena. Took down one of the most feared vampires in the country single-handedly."
Dean caught the bottle. "I missed an inter-dimensional fight? Why wasn't I called for that?" Probably because his ass couldn't' be found for it, but whatever. "Who did you fight?"
"Bitch called Frost. Known for ripping heart out and eating them." GOD David enjoyed that whole thing more than he should have.
Dean made a face. "Hope she's ashes in the wind then," he said, taking a swig of the Jaeger. "Who the fuck rips out hearts and eats them, anyway?"
"Bitch ripped out one of my damn ribs halfway through... hurt like a motherfucker." He pointed to the section of his side that still felt tender on occasion when he pushed himself too hard.
"Fuck...bet that did hurt like a motherfucker," Dean said. He took another swig of his drink. "Can't say I've fought with anything that infamous while I've been running around."
"Well... we got involved because the people she was working for also hired the assholes that killed a couple of my family members a few years back. Ok, and because they messed up a girl my cousin Ben was nailing at the time." He smirked, having stopped counting THOSE stats years ago.
"I see. Sounds like it was a good fight, though," Dean said.He set the bottle of Jaeger down. "So, let's get going on that ride then."