A wave of relief hit Lola as she sat down in the truck. It had actually turned out to be pretty easy going afternoon, and most of the people she'd met had been lovely. However, she couldn't say that she wasn't glad it was over. "Threats?" The blonde regarded Caleb with a semi curious expression. "Like horses heads in the bed? Or is it a bit more subtle than that outside of Hollywood?" With a smirk that showed she was clearly pleased with herself, Lola settled her head against the palm of her hand lazily. 

"A bar? Yeah, whatever. I don't mind." Glancing out of the window, Lola contemplated how different she was to the girls Blue had previously been with. In her opinion, she was incredibly low maintenance in comparison. Maybe she was too laid back? Meh, she just couldn't be bothered to whine. It would give her a headache.

"Jimmy's dad seems really sweet. They were all pretty sweet actually." There was a mildly surprised tone to her voice, she hadn't been entirely sure of what to expect. "Anyway, you owe me." Narrowing her eyes dangerously, she leaned across and poked Caleb in the cheek. "All the congratulatory pats on the back you got for bagging me." She continued chuckling as she shook her head in amusement. "I must be totally hot." Waggling her eyebrows to indicate that she was only messing, she stretched contently. In all honesty, there were worse ways to spend your afternoon's than having Blue wrapped around you.

"So the 9's are really kicking off huh? That sucks." Flicking her gaze back to the window, she tucked a few stray curls behind her ear, "You know what I don't get? If they are the 9's because they have 9th, why do they use the old fire house on 5th to store stuff?" Perking her eyebrow in curiosity, she turned back to Caleb, "Isn't that your kinda' zone?" Not realising the significance of her words, she closed her eyes with a chuckle. "Although, Jack did say that it would get them into trouble, and that he thought it was too risky for the business. [i]Whatever that means[/i]."