Re: Joyriding: Anthony & Sasha
"How would you determine what flavors would go into a shake named after me?" His eyes narrowed very slightly, as if thinking as his lips quirked into a slightly lopsided smirk. "And, come to think of it... That shake would have a very boring name if it was named after me. I mean, not that I don't appreciate it, but compared to the other ones? The spooky weather names sound much better than just Anthony."
Not that he actually thought she would name a drink after him. He was really just being a playful smartass, especially because he already liked Sasha's sense of humor.
Her warning that someone could take advantage of his generosity made his 'serious' expression diminished as he chuckled softly again. "Well, I will keep it in mind. Stella already has me whipped, though, so that particular ship has sailed. I think I've funded a good portion of the sheriff's department with all the speeding tickets I've gotten."
Not that he minded or felt even one bit remorseful about it. If anything, he looked a little smug about it. Stella's engine was a thing of beauty in his eyes, especially since he had built it himself. Pushing it to the limit was his favorite game, and he had no problem admitting it. Besides, he had a feeling Sasha would understand that.
Without missing a beat, Anthony walked after her as she lead the way. As it usually happened with the first steps, the slight limp he walked with was a little more noticeable than usual, but he did his best to keep it as subtle as possible as they walked towards the back. For a moment he felt a little overdressed for the occasion in the slacks and button up shirt he had gone to work in, mainly since this was a very casual setting and other than his leather jacket he didn't quite look the part, but he pushed the thought to the back of his head to ignore it. At least it wasn't that hard to do as they began walking because, as it usually happened whenever Anthony first met anyone, he found himself wondering how she would ask about why he walked the way he did. Because that was usually what happened, that question always managed to find its way into conversation. His gait wasn't as distracting or glaringly obvious as it used to be back when he was initially healing from his months in captivity and all the surgeries that followed, but it was impossible to miss that he favored his left leg more than normal. The brace he wore and that was hidden with his pants leg helped a lot in being able to disguise how bad off his leg was after that ordeal, but he had yet to perfect it completely.
Sasha talking about her sugary breakfast helped to pull him out of his thoughts and self consciousness, though. She really was dangerously stunning and brilliantly witty - there was no denying that fact, and the easy smile returned as she clarified she hadn't had any alcohol today.
"Well. I'm all for spiked drinks, but how about we do a regular first and then one with spiced rum to celebrate after the test drive?" He leaned against the bar once they reached the concession stand, not wanting to get in her way. "Especially if the dangerously stunning yet brilliantly witty owner is right and I end up getting hooked, I'll definitely be in the mood for seconds."