"Dent this one all you want. It's a rental, they can take it out of the deposit I left. It also doesn't fail to amaze me that that would actually work. I'll get you the measurements of how much I need then, and we'll be ready to rock." He grinned.
Spike, of all people in the universe, had been very, very good for Riley's disposition. He actually felt like a normal person behind the wheel of the car, Spike's cigarette smoke trailing behind them like jet trails in the night air.
"There's the airport, which means we got about five minutes before we're there." It was obvious they were headed to Marina del Rey, if the sea water scent in the air didn't give it away, all the neon signs did. At the next stop light, Riley reached into the back seat and picked up the bag. "You get to decide which one we drink and which we use."