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

Joel snickered a bit at Siobhan’s mildly formal introductions giving a comically large shrug as he continued to balance his plate on his knees. The food was damn good and he didn't particularly want to stop eating, but they were quickly running out of chairs and still had more company on the way. He was not at all surprised to have his hunch about Elise’ car problems confirmed as he stood up and maneuvered around Ryan to sit his plate on top of a rolling toolbox. The girl’s enthusiasm was cute and her car knowledge was a little unexpected, he feigned injury with a smirk rubbing his arm after she shook his hand vigorously. “Here,” He said, offering her his seat between Ryan and Siobhan with a small wave. “Might as well have a seat. I gotta get more chairs from upstairs anyway.” He said maneuvering around the group with cautious steps between the cars and the guests. There was a big beach-cooler on the floor, aged from years of regular usage with the words [i]WAR CHEST[/i] scribbled ungracefully across the white top. He opened it with his foot and retrieved another beer though it’s contents were a wide variety of brews, liquors and a plethora of Rebellion energy drinks. “Whatever you want to drink, we got all kinds of stuff.” He twisted the top off with his shirttail and leaned for a glance outside past Ryan’s Mustang and the other cars outside looking for whatever Elise was driving; feeling the coolness of the evening beginning to settle while taking a long drink.  

The cool air and the pleasant vibes combined with the growing number of cars outside were making things very nostalgic for Joel and he could sense the greatness of an unplanned party approaching. “That your little Hyundai out there?” He said examining the car from the bay door, not looking back at first, but then glancing over his shoulder at Elise with a pause once he saw he had her attention back from Siobhan. “If it’s running rough and you can hear it, it probably needs a timing belt.” He took another drink, thinking briefly how to rearrange the cars again so that Sio’s friends would still have enough room to park. There was just enough space for two side by side on the concrete pad out front. It was very reminiscent of the [i]very[/i] old days: He could have three big dollar projects inside and two quick fixes going on the curbside followed by whatever insane party that flowed through the night. “You got the key?” He said with a hand open for her to toss them over. “We’ll bring it over here and have a look.”    

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