pups_dt (pups_dt) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-08-25 13:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | jazz, memphis |
Volkswagon dealership, Afternoon, Jazz and Memphis
Memphis' obvious initial suprise at Jazz's call had melted, by the end of the conversation, into a sort of amused disbelief and she did feel marginally bad about her request, imagining the looks he'd get, but she couldn't come up with anyone better to turn to. And to his credit he had agreed, muttering a soft, "To each his own," before hanging up.
That had been several days ago; now, much sooner than she'd actually expected, Jazz was guiding her sleek little sportscar into a parking space at a local dealership, looking around for a familiar tattooed body before she'd even fully climbed out of her seat.