Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:20:42 PM)
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Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:20:58 PM)
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Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:23:40 PM)
*Anthony said he'd take Peyton out for a night on the town. Apparently that meant a long drive in his classic El Camino (the front is like a car, the back is like a truck, in the front you drive, and in the back you....) out along deserted highway roads. He pulls off the road and onto the gravel driveway leading up to the abandoned refinery; pausing at the gate which is bound with a chain and locked up tight* Well look at that, here we are, huh?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:25:04 PM)
*Feeling a little surprised, she smiles at him and shrugs* If you say so

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:25:36 PM)
Where is "here" exactly?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:27:57 PM)
Here, I suppose, would be the long since shut down Wetteland Sugar Refinery. Too far out of the way for bums to use, so it's abandoned, except for the odd gathering of crazed cultists or lovers looking for an out of the way place to share a sweetened tryst... *grinning at her as he flicks on the highbeams to illuminate the gate better* Shall we go see if we have any company this evening?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:29:50 PM)
*Looks to where the lights are* An abandoned refinery.. interesting choice for a 'first date' *Chuckles as she unlocks the seat belt and opens the door.* Nows the time I really hope zombies do NOT exist *laughs*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:31:47 PM)
Oh they exist, but they're all down in the bayou, shining little lights beneath the murky waters. They don't like sugar refineries very much, it offends their sense of smell. *he opens his own car door and steps outside the vehicle, sizing up the lock around the chain*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:33:27 PM)
*Stands and stretches as she appraises the creepy looking refinery* Wow.. *Turns to him* What's in here?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:34:43 PM)
Abandoned warehouses, overgrown cane fields, lots of rusted machinery and who knows what else has collected over the years... *he shrugs* I've never been in myself, but I passed by the other day and told myself it'd be the perfect place to take a lady one night.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:35:20 PM)
*Laughs* You are such an interesting fellow.. I will try to be brave..

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:36:43 PM)
I mean, so screaming, no running and tripping.. *chuckles* Have you hired a violinist to play while we are exploring?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:37:50 PM)
No, but I did bring my ipod. *Shooting her a grin as if she'd read his mind* I don't suppose you know how to pick a lock, do you?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:39:31 PM)
*chuckles and shakes her head no.. she runs her fingers through her unruly curls and grins* Nope, no hair pins

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:40:00 PM)
Well then, why don't you go grab my bag from the trunk of the car, while I take care of the lock, hmm?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:41:10 PM)
*Eyes narrow a bit* Your bag? Hmm Sure *holds her hand up for the car keys*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:42:48 PM)
*he hands her the car keys as he heads over to the fence to examine it more closely*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:43:44 PM)
*Watches him a moment and then goes to the trunk, inserting key and pops it open.. she looks the trunk over before grabbing the bag*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:44:47 PM)
*As she grabs the bag, she hears a loud bang. And sparks fly; before the lock falls to the ground against the gravel, coming to a rest with a clink. Apparently Anthony's way of picking locks, involves a .45 at close range*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:46:38 PM)
*Jumps at the noise and as she jerks around to look, the bag unbalances her, nearly causing her to fall* Geez.. you used a gun?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:48:51 PM)
Would you believe me if I said no? *He has such a look of angelic innocence on his face, she almost wants to believe him, despite knowing better*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:50:16 PM)
*Looks at him for a long moment* Almost * Chuckles and carries the bag as she walks towards Anthony and the gate* I didn't know you were such a desperado, Anthony

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:52:49 PM)
Seriously, you carry a gun?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:55:42 PM)
Well, I don't do it seriously. Maybe amusedly, yes. After all, I'm mexican, and I've a black belt in Mexican judo. We're obliged to carry these things around, you know?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:57:23 PM)
*Stands next to him and sets the bag down, then turns to face him, her eyes glittering with amusement and just a hint of coldness* Should I be concerned? I mean you bring me to an abandoned factory and you have a gun.. AND now you tell me you are a black belt.. *chuckles* You are formidable, Monsieur

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:58:25 PM)
No, no, I've a black belt in Mexican judo.... that's not like karate... more like *and his voice shifts to lose it's cultured tonality and takes on a mexican street lilt to it* judon't know if I've gotta knife, judon't know if I've gotta gun.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:59:13 PM)
*Laughs* Ok. ok I get it.. *Looks at him keenly* Do you have a knife?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 14, 2011 11:59:41 PM)
judon't know, do ju? *grinning at her widely as he winks8