Deserae began walking away from the Asian when he opened up his mouth again and started asking more questions. She stopped in her tracks, sighed, and finished up her iced coffee. This kid really wasn't getting it was he? But she didn't have the heart exactly, to tell him to buzz off. She had to force herself to remember back to when she first joined The Lost Ones, and how confused about the entire situation she had been.

[i]Just answer a few more questions, then you can go take a nap or something.[/i] She thought to herself and forced her body to turn around and look back at the boy. Her eyes narrowed a bit when she spotted him looking over her car, but he seemed to be looking it over with interest rather than destruction on the mind. Still, she kept an even closer eye on him from then on.

"Angels a sweet name, but she's anything but. There is a reason she's the leader. We used to have a guy in our group, Knuckles. Got his nickname from having three of his fingers missing up to his knuckles. I bet you can guess how that happened."

The boy's eyes looked at where she could only assume the suggestive looking grease stain was on her shirt, and felt herself subconsciously pulling her jean vest closed tightly, folding her arms across her chest for that extra protection. A second chill crawled down her spine, but this time she managed to keep the goosebumps, and memories at bay. She completely disregarded his laundering advice and walked to the corner of the room where a very old, beaten plastic garbage can was located and dropped the glass bottle into it, hoping the boy was out of questions now. She was wrong.

[i]“And which of the Wolves should I look out for? Any really dangerous ones with them? Ex-convicts? Murderers, rapists, gunslingers, desperadoes?"[/i] He only paused for a moment before opening his mouth once more. [i]“Oh, please forgive me, I haven't even asked your name yet. Unless you're one of those mysterious cliché people that wears a hoodie over his eyes all the time and stays in the shadows.”[/i]

The latter remark made Deserae roll her eyes and pull her arms in even tighter over her chest.

"D.J." She said after a while, half-expecting him to open his mouth once more and ask a million more things. "Call me D.J. And as for the Wolves, you gotta look out for all of em, but I suppose I can give you a few names to look out for." With a dejected sigh, she made her way over to the small pile of tires and took a seat, a bit annoyed with herself that she had given the impression earlier to this boy that she would be open for discussion.

"Angel's got this guard dog, practically follows her everywhere and does a lot of her dirty work. He goes by both Darth and Deon. If Deon sounds familiar it should. Before he joined up with The Wolves he was a professional cage fighter, a real celebrity, but he put that all behind him to bash some skulls in. About six months ago he tore a homeless guy into shreds because he was bored. If you really wanna see him in action, I've heard he does the illegal kind of fighting, underground. There's supposed to be a match going on tonight, but I ain't stupid enough to go there to be sure. It's just what I've heard.

Another name I've heard thrown around is Milllie. There isn't a whole lot going around with her name attached to it, which only tells me that she's a Black Widow; strikes when you least expect it. Maybe she lures in people with her sexuality? I don't know, all I got on her is a name. 

The same goes for Logan. I've come across Logan once or twice and I'm [i]pretty[/i] sure she's a girl, but she's still got a deadly bite like Angel. Rumor has it though that if the price is right, Logan will do just about anything. That can be potentially good for us, or very, very bad. Best just stay away from her altogether.

Atticus used to run with us, but got kicked out when he started getting too violent. Not only is he now a Wolf, but he's also a traitor; he killed one of The Lost Ones. He's a lot like a Tasmanian Devil, you back him into a corner and you can kiss your life goodbye, he ain't afraid to take a life."

There, that had to suffice his curiosity now right? Or maybe she gave off too much information to the boy at once and opened up a bunch of NEW questions. That thought irked her, and she quickly climbed out of her 'seat.'

[i]“Ah.. yeah. I get that I make my own money. I'm not here to leech off of the few friends I do have. I meant.. how can I make some money for the Lost Ones? Part of running with the crew is pulling your weight. I wanna pull my weight. How can I do that? How can I help? Do you need me to do anything? Maybe.. maybe I can help you with that.”[/i]

Deserae's eyes snapped over to the Asian to see him gesturing towards The Beast and her eyes narrowed.

"Don't touch the car." She warned with a slight edge of venom in her voice. "You wanna make money? You go out there and take it. Easy as that. We ain't got no rules as to how except murder, we don't stoop that low. Keep your hands clean, and whatever you can salvage, steal, or earn is yours."