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

Joel did a poor job at attempting to hide his revulsion when Ryan referred to some heavier petting in relation to Victoria Olympus. He knew Siobhan would be warming up to go chapter and verse on the girl’s social credit score, so he decided to stick to what he knew and let the conversation fall where it may. “You won’t have to worry about a ticket.” He said referring to Ryan’s interest in coming to a rally with a small wave of his hand. “We’ll just get you a pass, you can come with the team.” He gave his shirt, a black long sleeve tee with an orange Rebellion “[i]R[/i]” at the left chest that matched his other, regularly simple attire: cargo shorts and sneakers, a small pluck. “Whatever rally you want, New England will be the only one in the States and the closest, but we’ll be all over. Come to Germany and you can probably see Bruno again.” He said with a chuckle. 

As Sio proceeded to give an unembellished recap of the last several months, it was hard for Joel not to smirk a little. [i]The stories didn’t need embellishment[/i]. However, he did wince slightly at the car-keying story even though he’d heard it numerous times and shook his head. To Joel, that particular tale was as bad as any of the other stories of promiscuity, though watching the fire in Siobahn’s eyes as she told them was fairly satisfying. He was about to dig in to his own plate when he heard the wandering voice of another person, first thinking that it was Siobhan’s friend and glancing back casually to find a dark-haired girl who’d apparently missed them all sitting between the cars. He was pretty sure Sio’s friend was blonde and was supposed to be bringing another guy with her. 

Interlopers around Southside were nothing uncommon. In the old days, people would walk up right off the street just to talk while he worked with the door open even if it was late at night or some unholy hour in the morning. Thinking about it briefly, never did a single person ever present any danger despite the thousands of dollars worth of tools set about and the high-end cars that came in and out of his baydoor. He’d never had a single thing stolen. Some of the stories of Southside were nothing more than urban legend, [i]Uptown[/i] was where all the shit happened. Seeing their newest guest was a female, and fairly young, Joel knew from experience that she was either lost or her car was busted. Southside interlopers might have been harmless, but they were never young, attractive females. With the dinner plate in his lap, he gave the girl a friendly wave without getting up. “We’re over here.”  

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