Mercy is not to be expected
“Don’t overdo it Jim. I could have very well rent a fucking Cinquecento. Be happy with what you got.” I checked the battery on my phone and then got up. “Take Green…” I mustered Jim for a moment. “No, forget what I said, take Brooks.” Reaching out my hand I ruffled through your hair and took a step back. “…yes, perfect.”
“MORAN!” I called out loud. “The fuck! My hair!” Helplessly I tried to get some order back into my rumpled hair. Now I must really look like a child with that rumpled hair and the casual, a little too big, clothes. And like that, with a beaten up arse, aka Sebby, next to my side, i should drive an Mercedes E-class?! Great. The first police-officer on the street will stop us for sure, believing we stole the car.