Hot Cars, Good Food, Fast Dancing. ((Open))
Drev drove them to the Mazda dealership on the out skirts of town and they took a few minutes to look around while waiting for a salesman. Wren spotted the little silver sports car from across the lot and headed over, Drev in her wake. It was perfect, like chocolate and a bubble bath perfect, and it screamed her name. She opened the door of the top-down convertible and slid into the felt-like-butter leather seat.
"Oh, Drev this is it. What is it?"
Wren looked around for the name and found MX-5 etched into the dash just about the glove compartment. As she was fingering all the little buttons, a man in a light gray pin-stripe suit approached.
"Hello! Welcome Ben Livitz Mazda. I see you've decided to check out the Miata MX-5. This is a lovely little machine, and might I say you love perfect in it ma'am."
Wren rolled her eyes and gave the man her best I-can-bullshit-as-well-as-you smile.
"I'd like to test drive this one."
"Sure thing, Miss. Let me go grab the keys and you and I can take her around the block." The man oiled his way back inside and Wren grinned up at Drev.
"If this thing drives as great as it feels on my ass, I'm buying it."
"You might find this surprising, but I don't really have a lot of experience with this "seeing someone" business. Are there things we have to do? Membership cards or something?"
She rewarded Drev with a sly smile and leaned forward, giving him a nice view of her cleavage. "No, but jewelry usually changes hands."
"Hmm... well, I don't usually wear rings or earrings. I suppose I could use something new for my septum. Maybe something that would match the labret you bought me....?" Drev gave her his best innocent-little-boy smile, even though the majority of his thoughts were far from innocent.
She looked into Drev's eyes and saw the lust there and her head was instantly clear. She leaned forward again and blinked slowly at him, her lips still turned up in their sly little smile.
"I think I'm ready to go home." She thought of something and frowned. "Enzo will be upset we didn't dance more. Perhaps we should request a tango before we go."
"What will Enzo understand," he said in his endearing accent, looking from Drev to Wren, then back to Drev.
"How things come up, and how people have to change their plans sometimes."
"Oh, absolutely. You kids go on and have a good night." He turned to Wren and helped her up. "Go easy on him," he whispered into her ear as he embraced her. He gave her a final wink, then turned to shake Drev's hand again. "Next time, you will have dinner with me. Alright?"
"Deal," Drev said, and let Enzo escort them out of the restaurant.
The valet brought her brand new baby around for them and Wren drove home, doing her best not to be distracted by Drev's hand inching it's way up her thigh.
((ooc Wren and Drev out, lock up please))