[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=Goldenrod][center]Jo-Vaughn Holloway[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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 [sub][i]Location: Red Lake Cafe
Interacting With: [@Nallore] Olivia Johnson | [@Infamous Auror] Taylor Evers [/i][/sub][/center] [hr][hr]

Josh held Taylor's gaze and matched her smile with a welcoming grin of his own. His expression wasn't a sign of acquiescence; no, in fact, it was the very opposite. It was one of defiance and victory. Victory in the sense that her response answered his question. And defiance in the sense that he wouldn't simply back off this topic as she seemed set on doing; as she had rather stave off his advances instead of reveal to him what the actual fuck was going on. Maybe he wouldn't press the matter now, but he sure as hell would put in motion a sequence of events that would. 

Joey nonchalantly rubbed his jaw and shrugged off the imaginary tension his striking question had seemed to create in him. [color=Goldenrod]"Wouldn't mind too much? Naw, can't have that kind of weight on my conscience."[/color] he jibbed. [color=Goldenrod]"Let's go, wouldn't hurt to check again wouldn't it?"[/color]

He reached for his wallet in his back pocket and in one motion slid a five out and tucked it under an empty cup of orange juice. Money was tight, but he had respect for the workers of this establishment. With that Joey got to his feet and stretched the kinks out of his body. 

He paused and looked down at Taylor. [color=Goldenrod]”You don’t mind if I drive us do you?”[/color]