Sunday morning

[justcallmefee]

It's Sunday in Miami, and Fiona has just come into a divine little bit of luck.  She'd heard the container had been unclaimed for some time, she did a little research, thinking it might be antiques or something similarly lucrative, but she never expected the beautiful long tail, pre-war Mercedes that emerged, dusty for certain, but by no means

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[latino_menace]

'Blanco was in a particularly foul mood this morning,' he says, then looks up with a wicked looking grin.

'So, it was excellent.

What are you doing?'

[justcallmefee]

She quirks an eyebrow at him. She never understood the fascination with large animals.

"Gonna go wash a car. Wanna help?"

[latino_menace]

He pulls a face and looks around him - large comfortable chairs, newspapers, coffee and a fire.

'What's in it for me?'

His tone says he's teasing.

[justcallmefee]

The other eyebrow goes up and she smirks at him. Slowly, she turns to face him and looks down at herself, and then back into his face.

"It's a gorgeous day in Miami. Eighty degrees out, blue skies. I bet I can find you a lounge chair and a tall glass of something cold. Just come keep me company."