[H2][b][center]Joel Nicolosi[/center][/b][/h2]

“Oh there’s going to be a trophy,” Joel said continuing to look the model over, “You don’t have to worry about that.” He and Tommy gave one another an affirmative fist bump with the statement. He looked up momentarily to study the picture as she spoke, though he hardly looked at her plane. He was mostly looking at himself behind the wheel. While the car looked immaculate in the captured light. In the shadow of the cockpit, his orange helmet was only partially visible while she could be seen easily in the blown up detail of high-definition all the way down to her tied back blonde hair. He was becoming slightly annoyed at how she [i]always[/i] had to get her little jabs in first, but he knew that she was just looking for a way to push his buttons. Maybe there was some form of childish interest she had in him, though he was too stubborn to embrace it. The petit young server who brought him the beer looked over at him, jealous of Marlin. [i]Ah, so much easier[/i], he thought glancing back over at her momentarily. “Yeah, it is worth something.” He said slyly turning back, “Reminds me of the day I beat you in that race.”

The growling from his empty stomach and her remembrance of their bet was a proper combination and delivered with good timing. [i]The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach[/i]. The old saying came to mind even though she wasn’t delivering by her own preparation, but because she lost a bet. [i]Well, gotta stick what she’s good at[/i]. He smirked a little at the thought. He took a long few sips at his Guiness and remembered it had been some time since he’d drank substantially- a talent for which he was also well known. Relaxing a little he gently turned the model on its base so that the rear was facing Marlin. “I put your new decals on today,” He said. “I put the Polar Star decal right here on the rear deck-lid,” He motioned over the back of the car and spoke with the utmost in pretend seriousness, “So that it would be at an angle you were used to looking at.”

Tommy shook his head and snickered, “Tell me you didn’t really do that?”

“I won’t say I didn’t.” Joel replied, “You scared of her aunt? Or sister, or whatever she was?”

“You are completely full of shit.” Tommy said. 

“No, I put them where they’re supposed to go like a good boy,” Joel said, “Last thing we need is another butthurt woman running around here.”

[@PrinceAlexus]