"Come on, Billy, you're the lead guitarist in one of the most popular bands in Demaitre. You should be getting a weekly shipment of rubbers." Adam needled Billy Waite, easily the shyest member of the band, as the rest of his mates laughed heartily. It wasn't hard to needle Billy. He was almost ten inches shorter than Adam, chunky, and plagued with a half-homely face that, even at 26, broke out in troublesome patches from time to time.

Of course, it was still a bit unfair to compare him to Adam, who stood an easy six-three and had a face even the frigging angels would sigh over. And tonight's rockstar look suited him right down to the ground--stubble, ripped jeans, the whole nine yards.

Billy plucked his guitar string, knowing that he made an easy target for Adam, but not really minding it. That was the way it went and he was a kick-ass guitarist. "Shut it, you fag," he retorted with a laugh. "I can get chicks if I want them."

Helping Zane, the keyboardist, set up his equipment, Adam raised an eyebrow at Billy. Running a hand through his short, golden hair, Adam pointed out, "Batting zero so far, Billy-boy." He slung an arm around the guitarist's shoulders, indicated the already pumping dance floor. "Just look at all that primo-tail out there. Nobody's gonna care about that Pillsbury physique as long as you look like a rock god with that guitar. Hey, I know, you should bring it to the sheets with you. They'll be so dazzled they'll probably come before you even get your pants down."

Shaking off Adam's arm, Billy rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. It's not even that easy for you."

Pulling a shocked expression, Adam sent a look of disbelief at the rest of the band. "Did I hear that correctly? Did Billy really just imply I can't get any chick I want?" He smirked. "Short of any lesbians out there, nobody can resist this, Billy."

Even knowing he was being led on, Billy didn't back down. "Oh yeah. We'll I'll bet fifty I can pick a girl out that you can't sweet-talk between the sheets."

Adam let out another laugh. He'd been sweet-talking girls between the sheets since his sophomore year of high school. "Make it a hundred, Billy, and I'll make you a poor man by morning. I'll give you a bra as proof--at the rate you work, it's the only way you'll get your hands on some before you lose all your hair."

"Fine," Billy said, swinging his guitar strap over his head as he scanned the audience. "That one," he finished at last, jerking his head in the direction of a hot chick with blond hair."

Designated driver once again....

Well... it was a good thing... Especially since there was a band here. Maybe they'd actually be better than the last one she'd heard.

Probably not, but hell who knew...

Tonight though, she almost wished she could drink. There was a guy she couldn't get out of her mind... One she'd met at The White Mice, and now she avoided that place just because of him. He was good looking, but something told her he was trouble. So he wasn't worth it, no matter how good looking he was.

Turning around on her bar stool, Janie scanned the crowd, looking for Rosie, the friend she was escorting tonight. She'd had a fight with her boyfriend and wanted to get out for a drink. She'd found a group of girls from one of her classes at the university and was hanging out with them. And a few of the guys they'd brought along.

Sighing she turned as the tender spoke. "You getting anything doll?" He asked with a smile. "Can I just get a Pepsi?" She asked reluctantly. The man nodded filling a glass and handing it to her. She turned then, sighing as she watched the band setting up. Then her eyes moved back to the crowd. She slipped off of the stool, moving to the back section where the booths were. She didn't want to attract any unwanted attention. Besides, Rosie wasn't drunk yet, so she could take care of herself. And she had all of her other friends too.

Adam eyed the girl Billy had pointed out as they finished setting up. He had to admit Billy had a good eye. A really good eye. Damn, those were some class-A tits, weren't they? He hopped off of the stage to go talk to the bartender. "Hey, man," he said once the tender headed Adam's way, "We're getting ready to start, if you wanna make the announcement."

The bartender nodded, wiping his hands on a rag tucked into his belt.

"Hey," Adam nodded down at the girl, "What's she drinking?"

Rick, the bartender, glanced at the girl. "Pepsi."

Not alcoholic. Well, that would make it trickier... "Put everything she orders on my tab, all right?" Waiting until the bartender nodded again, Adam headed off and hopped back up on stage. "He's gonna do the announcement," he told the rest of the band, as he tapped on his mic.

Listening as the announcement went over the speakers, Adam carefully kept from looking right at the girl. Too early. With the sound of guitars and drums blasting behind him, he rolled his neck a little, and lifted his appealing voice over the din with a cover of Aerosmith. They'd run all over the place, musically speaking, with classic rock mixed with the more contemporary stuff.

((Heh heh... What song? Janie's Got a Gun? ;) ))

Hmm... Aerosmith. Not bad either. Good tune, good playing. She couldn't complain. After all, the eighties had better music than some of that metal screeching that passed as music sometimes. And from the bands that played.

She looked over the guys in the band and well... They looked like the usual club bands. Early thirties or maybe late twenties. And she had to admit that the singer's voice wasn't too bad.

As the minutes went on she finished her soda, keeping an eye on Rosie. But she seemed to be staying out of trouble and hadn't come to sit with her since the music started, dancing with her friends.

Yeah yeah... So she didn't dance, didn't want to get involved with the other people. It was a sure way to get unwanted attention. Pursing her lips she stared at her empty glass, contemplating getting a real drink. One wouldn't hurt after all... Would it? No. One never really did much anyway.

Ah, the hell with it... Rosie could get a ride with her other friends if she wanted...

"Hey." She waved at the tender. "Can I get a Midori Sour?" She asked, pulling out a ten. The tender made the drink and handed it to her. She went to hand him the bill but he shook his head. "He's got it. Don't worry bout it." He turned away, leaving Janie to blink in surprise. So some how the singer had noticed her? Or was he just paying for everyone's drinks? No... She saw other people paying for theirs but...

"Oh... Okay..." She murmured, slipping into the seat at the bar again. Looking at him puzzled. She sipped at the drink, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, just in case he looked up he wouldn't catch her staring at him. Maybe she'd talk to him later. See what the deal was.

Adam loved performing, he always had as a football player. After all, what was playing a sport but the utmost in performing? Maybe singing didn't earn him the roars of approval that doling out the hits on the field had, but there was a similar kind of adrenaline rush just the same.

Between songs, he searched out the girl Billy had pointed out to him, noticed she was sticking to the bar mostly. So, maybe she wasn't the dancing type. That was fine. He'd play up the sensitive musician side and give her soulful looks out of the sides of his eyes.

If he hadn't been watching her, he would have missed her quick, puzzled look as she ordered a fresh drink. It helped that the stage was pretty close to the bar. Grinning, he nearly missed the opening lines of his next song, "Lie", which Adam had liked because of the sad-sack lyrics. Chicks loved sad-sack lyrics. Putting a bit of a husky tone into his smooth voice, Adam quickly wiped the grin from his face. Didn't quite go with the lyrics.

"You whispered that you were getting tired
Got a look in your eye
Looks a lot like goodbye..."

She had been enjoying the music so far, but she sighed as they moved into a slower song, one she didn't... Well she knew it... It was from one of those singers from that 'Idol' show that she wished would just vanish.... Goodie.

Janie sighed, sipping at her drink.

Well, couldn't win them all. There was bound to be a song she didn't like somewhere along the road. All she could do was wait for the next one. So she tossed back the rest of her drink and decided to head to the bathroom. She kinda had to go, so she might as well go now, not missing a song she actually liked.

The same song was still playing as well, but it was probably coming to the end so she ordered herself another Midori Sour. They weren't too strong so even after a few she'd still have control over herself.

The song ended and Janie waited expectantly for the next one.

The song ended and Adam stepped back. "How many more we doing, guys? We going for the long set or the short?"

Zane just shrugged, but Billy called out, "Short, man. Give you more time to fail."

"Fuck you, Billy," Adam responded, but with a laugh. He stepped back up to the mic to say, "How's everybody doing tonight? Liking us so far?" There was a fairly positive cheer. "All right, well, we're about to wrap it up, so if you liked us, we've got some CD's and posters for sale at the bar."

He frowned as he noticed the girl had disappeared. That tipped the scales in Billy's favor, though they hadn't agreed on what to do if she left.

On that note, he decided that "You Give Love A Bad Name" fit the moment pretty well, even though he was more shot through the wallet than the heart.

Aww going so soon? Too bad really. But maybe they had other places to be.

But as the notes struck up for their last song Janie smiled. Well grinned more so. Good song. Nice choice. And well, the band did it justice at least and didn't botch the damn thing. She hated it when bands did that. It usually killed her night.

She ended up closing her eyes, her foot tapping against the stool leg in time with the music, mouthing the words to the song ever so slightly.

They weren't bad, but she wasn't going to buy a CD of cover songs... And to have a poster of a band no one really knew? Hah... Well if she were the kind of person who put posters up she might have thought about it, but she couldn't put things on the wall in her little apartment.

Janie sipped at her drink through the chorus, swaying slightly to the music.

But of course the song had to end sometime. Oh well. At least it would be a little while before the DJ came back on... Then the 'dance' music would be back rather than the good music.

As the song ended, Adam rolled his neck on his shoulders. It was hot underneath the lights and a light gleam of sweat had risen on his forehead, but nothing too drastic. After helping the rest of the guys roll up the various wires and pack away the assorted odds and ends that went into equipping the band, Adam meandered his way down to the bar, humming a little to himself. It wasn't the crashing music that was just starting to play, just random snippets of whatever happened to cruise through his head.

A show always left him amped up. "Hey Ricky!" Adam waved his arm at the bartender, "Gimme a Coors, willya?" Waiting until the shorter man obliged, Adam drummed his fingers on the bar, sizing up Billy's girl. Unobtrusively edging his way close enough to talk over the fairly decent indie rock, he tapped her lightly on the shoulder, offered a little smile. "Did you, uh, like the music?" he asked, his tone both a little confident and a little hesitant.

Between that and the smile, Adam managed to look kinda cute.

She raised an eye as he spoke. An almost hesitant tone that made him see almost unsure of himself. She smirked and shook her head. She knew how guys were, and she knew the show business industry. After all, she'd taken modeling classes and done several shoots. You couldn't be willing to put yourself out there like he had and still be unsure about yourself. It just... Didn't happen.

"What if I said that monkeys banging pots and pans could do better covers than you guys did?" She asked with a grin, her eyes glittering mischievously as she took a sip of the drink that he had bought her. "Would that break your little heart?"

With looks like that and the nerves to put himself out there, there was no way he was shy when it came to talking with women. It was an impossibility really. Besides, he'd probably been waiting to talk to her all night if he'd noticed her enough to offer to pay for her drinks. He couldn't be all that shy.

"Because I could tell you that if you want... But I'm sure that's not what you really want to hear."

Her tone and posture wasn't blowing him off. Not by any means. She just wanted to let him know that she wasn't going to take any bull shit. She knew how guys worked, and well, she wasn't up for playing games.

Adam took a swig of beer as she teased him. "My heart's a bit tougher than that, sandy," he tossed back lightly, "but you'd tear my poor ego into little pieces." He shot her a grin, wiping at the damp on his forehead with the stingy beverage napkin. "And we can't have that, can we?"

"So," he leaned back casually, studied her for a second. "It wasn't really that bad, was it?" Adam asked curiously.

Not like he gave a flying fuck what she thought, he sang because he liked it, he was good at it, and it reeled girls in like trout. Even if the band did suck, which it didn't. But he asked anyway. The ask and answer session was an obligatory part of the flirt session.


OOC: Yeah, I suck at flirty stuff. Which is probably why Adam has never been a particularly good character for me.

"Sandy huh? Haven't been called that before." She said with a grin.

"But I have to say that ripping up a guys ego can be even more fun than ripping up his heart." She admitted with a light laugh. "Because you can keep doing it. Just stroke it back up and tear it back down again and again. Like a fun little game." She said cheerfully.

"But no. It wasn't that bad. Well you had a decent playlist, so I can't complain about that. A few things were off here and there from the originals, but that's only to be expected as play-styles differ." Janie grinned slightly.

"So... Since I can't use that to claw at your ego... Why don't ya give me something else to work with?"

Adam lifted an eyebrow at her riff about a man's ego, smiling again as he shifted pointedly on the bar stool. "You are just talking about egos, right?" he asked, angling for a laugh. "I'd hate to have some other part of me torn down... and stroked back up... and torn down again." Adam paused. "Although I guess that could be fun too."

He tipped the bottle back for another swallow of Coors. "Asking a man to willingly give you ammo to blow wholes in his pride? Can't I brag about my bench press or car instead?" Another charmingly wolfish smile creased his too-tough-to-be-pretty-but-damn-pretty-anyway face. "I have damn good versions of both, I'll have you know."

"Hmm. But which would be worse... Because I could probably do either or pretty well." She raised her eyebrows for a second, the grin still on her face.

But she had to admit that the part about the car...

She couldn't help it.

"So what do you drive?" She asked curiously, as if it really wouldn't matter one way or another. And well, if it was a new mustang or something else ridiculous, she could tear him a new one for whatever he drove. Tear him apart spec by spec.

"Anything with value or just some ugly little Scion or something?"

OK, now Adam was honestly insulted. "A Scion? Jesus Christ, what do I look like, a fucking yuppy brat or something?" He drained the bottle of beer, as if to wash the taste out of his mouth. "It's a 1967 Chevy Impala, in perfect condition." He signaled Ricky for another beer. "With a 427 CID big block V8 carb." Adam couldn't help but smile a little thinking about it.

He took the beer with a nod as Ricky worked his way back down to them. Adam usually got good bar service. It came with tipping extravagant amounts of money. "I've got a '68 Camaro I've been working on rebuilding as well." Pausing to mull that over, he shrugged. "I picked her up at an auction. Some guy's assets were being auctioned off. Anyway, the car was in horrible shape. Guy was a total fucking idiot putz who didn't know the first thing about cars, obviously."

Working on that car was probably the single most frustrating thing Adam had done in the last decade. He could have paid for someone else to do it, he certainly had the money, but had decided not to.

"You never know this day and age." She said with a smirk, taking a sip of her drink.

She froze though as he told her what kind of car he did have. "Really? Wow. Not bad.. Not bad at all." And he sounded like he really knew cars...

But she groaned as he mentioned a 68 Camaro that he bought at an auction. "Noo... Are you serious?" She asked looking over at him. "When was that? Cause I'd gone to an auction too, about... two years ago and some guy outbid me cause I didn't have much money at the time. It was really beat up, but I was going to fix it up. I had everything all planned out what I was going to do to fix it to bring it back to it's former beauty...."

She moaped slightly, picking at the napkin in front of her. That was always a painful memory for her. It was the kinda the reason why she still didn't have a car of her own. Well not a real car anyway. Just that little junk Corolla that she was borrowing for the moment while she scraped money together for a new engine...

"Hmph... Fine, I'll give you those at least... As long as you can prove you have them." She said challengingly. "What you got with you now? I wanna see it. My Monte Carlo is having issues so I miss the rumble of the engine..." She muttered. "It had a 350 in it... I tried to tweek it a bit and over did it... Kinda... Blew it out..."

"Two years ago?" Adam considered, shrugged a little. "Maybe. I guess. Could be, but I'd have to check." His green eyes glittered a little in the muted bar lights. "I don't remember much of a bidding war, though. Then again, I'm pretty single minded about my cars." He feigned a very insulted look as she questioned whether he actually owned the cars. "Would I lie about owned a '67 Chevy Impala?"

"A Monte Carlo?" he asked, a little curious. "What year?" A 350 wasn't bad, he supposed, depending on the modifications he'd made. Adam had enough money to modify his babies, though, that any of his classics could blow the doors off a stock 350. Still, he kind of doubted she'd have a stock 350.

As she continued, he smiled a little. "Now? I brought my '67 Plymouth GTX. It was pretty much the stock 440 V8 when I got it, but it's been, ah, heavily modified." As a cop, he knew most of the modifications he'd made should have resulted in him arresting himself several times already. But it was a fucking sweet car. That thing went from zero to sixty in about 3 seconds.

"Eighty-four... The engine was after-stock of course, it wasn't a top of the line model to begin with.. I wanted bigger, but that was the biggest I could go without having to clear room in the hood for it." She said in a slight moap. "I wanted to tweak it a bit to get a bit more horsepower out of it and well... I tweaked it too much. The first few test runs went great. I actually outstripped a cop who was trying to pull me over." She said proudly. "Was heading down the interstate when he tried to pull me over, gunned it and well, he almost caught up, but my baby got better top speed and lost him not too long after."

"I'm thinking about clearing out some stuff. Don't need the AC or anything... So might take that out and see what I can work with... And see what I can sacrifice elsewhere to get more space for the engine..." She found herself wandering off, planning to rebuild her little Black Beauty. Kinda an unoriginal name, but that was what she called it.

Shaking her head though, Janie looked over at him. "And I don't know. If you knew how much I loved cars you might lie about anything to get me in it." She said with a wicked little grin.

"Now. Where's that Impala. I wanna see her." She said as she slipped off of the bar stool, setting her hands on her hips.

Eighty-four. Adam mentally shrugged. It didn't suck, he supposed, as street cars went, but he personally preferred classics or vintage cars. Especially muscle cars. His Plymouth might not have been great for making hairpin turns and it roared like a fucking jet plane, but it was all about the acceleration, baby. And the GTX could accelerate like nobody's business.

As she stood up, Adam did as well. "Hey Ricky!" he called, tossing a fifty in the bartender's general direction. "I keep the Camaro and the Impala garaged, along with my '66 Mustang. She's not as fast as my other girls, but she's a pretty piece." He spoke about his cars with the same kind of affection a man might use for his girlfriend, warmly and just a little wistfully. He jiggled the keys in his hand. The classics weren't exactly poke-around-town cars, too loud for that, and he typically drove newer cars like his Nissan 370Z (which he loved but was planning on replacing with the GT-R when it was available) or his Dodge Viper.

He certainly had the best wheels of anyone in the precinct. The cop job was definitely more for the challenge and the glory than the pay.

So he didn't have one of them here?

Damn...

Janie looked at the dance floor, her friend still absorbed with her other friends.

She really wanted to see them... Just hear the rumble of their engines, run her hand over the cool metal. She had to see them.

With a grin, Janie moved behind him, her arms slipping up his back and over his shoulders as she leaned in close to his ear. "Oh come on... Why don't you take me to your place then..." She murmured as she laid her head on his shoulder. "Pleeeease? She nearly moaned in his ear.

Well... Admittedly it had always been one of her fantasies to have sex in the back of a hot car like the ones he had. But she doubted they'd get that far. After all, like her, he seemed more into his cars than her. But that was okay. She still really-really wanted to see them.

Adam grinned as she slid her arms around him, hearing a faint ca-ching in the back of his head. Score. He nearly laughed aloud--who knew that talking cars would be the way he'd get this hot chick on her back? "Mm, with a request like that, how could I turn you down?" he asked as her breath tickled his ear. Laughing and just a bit playful, he hitched her onto his back, piggy-back style, winking in Billy's direction as he made his way out.

He nearly chuckled again as he thought about what bedroom talk with her might be like--if they made it to the bedroom. "Hey, baby, I got 350 horses in this Camaro... wanna hear it roar?" or "Wanna see my Hemi? It puts almost 400..." Wink wink, nudge nudge.

She gave a like 'eek' of surprise as he grabbed her suddenly, piggy-backing her out towards the entrance barely in time for her to grab her purse. Her jacket was in her car, which she'd come back to later, so that wasn't a problem.

Janie wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, laying her head on his shoulder. "Maybe if you're really nice... I'll show you my Tawny Kitaen impression." She said, giving his ear a quick lick and nip, her teeth just grazing the bottom of his ear lobe.

Was it only the cars that made her excited? Or maybe there was something else there too. He pretended to be shy, but she knew that wasn't the truth. She wanted to find it. She wanted to know just what he was all about.

"Tawny Kitaen... mm." Adam reached back to give her a quick squeeze. "You know I'll hold you to that, right?" he asked, his tone a faux threat. He grinned as she nibbled on his ear. His fingers flexed a little on her calves as he warned her, "You have an hour to quit that."

"Thar she blows," he intoned, angling his head towards the GTX, black and glossy underneath the parking lot lights. It was big and not particularly sporty looking--a 'lead sled' from all appearances. But she could move.

Fishing his keys out of his pocket, he opened the driver's side door, bending down at the waist to let her in the car. "Of course, if you tease me too much on the way there, I might put my foot down and send us through a wall," he said aloud. Adam was all for a booty call, but he didn't really want to die (or ruin his car) for it.

"An hour to quit?" She nibbled at his ear again, this time a little more eagerly. "Good. Then I have a whole hour of fun in front of me..." She purred. The flex of his fingers had been a rather obvious indication to her that he was just as up for some fun as she was now. What could she say? Hot cars, good looking guys who didn't struggle to pick her up and actually thought she was good looking.

And he hadn't even mentioned sex or anything like it. That was really what surprised her. So far all of the suggestions had come from her.

She laughed though, sliding in has he opened the door, scooting over on the bench seat. "Please? In this thing? The wall would have more to worry about than we would." Jaine said pointedly.

"But remember... If you wanna see me dance, you gotta treat me nice." She chuckled, sidling up to him as he got into the car as well.

Adam flashed her a quick grin as he fired up the engine, both at the sound of its panther roar and Janie's words. "You want me to treat you nice? Aw, but honey, all I do is treat girls bad... break their hearts and make them sad," he said with a wink.

With a quick and almost reckless move, he shot out of the parking space and out of the lot, the car growling happily as he did. An engine like this wasn't meant to idle, it wanted to move.

"Let's not find any walls to test that theory, OK?" he asked good-naturedly.

Janie shuddered as she heard the roar of the engine. A sound she missed so much. "God I miss my car..." She muttered.

But she grinned over at Adam.

"You know... Maybe we should get to know each other a little better before things get too... carried away." She grinned, moving closer to the point that she was very nearly sitting on his lap, her hand caressing his thigh.

"I'm Janie. I'm a mechanic, but I do a bit of modeling every now and again." She said with a grin. It was an odd combination of course one that it her well.

"Hi, Janie," Adam said, on a bit of a breathless laugh as her hand crept up his thigh. "I'm Adam. I'm a cop and in my free time, I like to sing." Concentrating fiercely on the task at hand, driving, he felt his fingers dig into the steering wheel as she practically wiggled into his lap.

"A... a model?" he asked, remarkably composed considering the circumstances. He had pretty good self-control. Hopefully good enough that he wouldn't crash into something.

She was just about as impressed at what he did as he seemed to be about the modeling.

"A cop really? Well I think I'd remember if you were one of the ones who pulled me over." She said with a grin. "But I bet you wouldn't have given me a ticket huh?" She couldn't help but chuckle. The drinks had made her slightly loose, though hadn't tipped her over to full blown raving lunatic.

"Yeah. Just a bit. I'm not bad looking, but I guess I'm not skinny enough for some of the photo people. They like their girls to be blown about by the wind." She said rolling her eyes as she made herself rather comfortable against him. "I look like a real woman thank you. Not some damn scrawny twig." She gave a little 'hmph' as if to make herself right.

Adam laughed a little. "Maybe next time... Of course, if we don't cut it out, I might have to ticket us both... maybe even get the cuffs out," he warned her with a bit of a mischievous smile. At her indignant little rant, he laughed again, giving the ass currently planted in his lap a good squeeze. "Well, that's good. I'd hate for you to get blown away by the wind, honey."

He was speeding. By a lot. It wasn't a bad deal, as far as such things went, to have a hot chick planted in his lap while he had another one thrumming beneath him. Especially when they weren't going to get jealous of each other. Always a showboat, though, Adam pressed down a little harder on the gas, feeling the answering roar of the engine.

Adam practically fishtailed himself into the drive, braking smoothly but with a squeal of tires as they finally reached the garage. "Well... here we are," he said, his fingers kneading a little.

Her eyes flashed eagerly, mischievously, as he mentioned cuffs. "Oh.. What you gonna keep me locked up in your basement? You know... I do have friends that are gonna wonder where I am." She leaned closer. "But you know I won't tell if you don't." She nearly whispered. She would have nipped his ear, but she thought better of it.

The roar of the engine made her grin wildly, her eyes nothing but sheer excitement, thrill, as they sped down the road. All that she wished right now is that the car had been a convertible.

She gave a little cry of excitement as they turned into the driveway, wondering just for a second if they were going to spin right into a wall.

As they came to a stop she crawled further into his lap, sure now they wouldn't crash into anything. Well... Maybe it was possible... But... Highly improbable.

"So... Maybe the tour can wait just a little bit?" She whispered, her arms curling around his neck. "Or is there someplace more... suitable where we could perhaps end the tour?" She asked with a grin.

Adam couldn't help but grin like the cat who lapped up all the cream as Janie wiggled her way onto his lap a little more insistently. Good thing the GTX had a big front seat, because he needed to shift his legs before he lost control over them completely. "Tour? Mmmmm... I think the tour needs to start heading in a slightly different direction," Adam suggested, toying with her shirttail. "See, I'm really, really interested in what might be found under here..." letting his hands drift lower, he tugged at the top of her jeans. "And down here? That's driving me crazy."

He dipped his head closer until his teeth could catch her lower lip. "I'm a curious guy, you know."

"Oh... A different kind of tour... One that get's another engine going huh?" She murmured, kissing at his neck. Was it just the drinks? The cars? Well those things got her worked up of course... But Adam... Just the way he was, the way he was just so casual, playful yet not obsessive and demanding... Even though things were looking to going this way before they left the club, he'd never tried to pressure her or even do anything suggestive until now.

And even now he was still slow, shy almost.

Smiling she shrugged off the shirt that he had tugged at, the thin silk shell leaving her shoulders bare but for a small strap.

"Well... Why don't you just pop the hood and take a look?" Janie asked as her smile turned into a grin. Taking his hands she slipped them under the shell, kissing him softly.

Adam made a low, throaty sound, a bit between the purr of a very large cat and a hungry growl as she slipped out of her overshirt. "You know... I love playing underneath the hood," he informed her, running his hands over her skin lightly as she slid them underneath her shirt. "You never know what kind of... interesting things you might find... ah," he added, his big, long-fingered hands covering her breasts, cupping them gently against his palms. "Like those."

Even as he stroked her bare flesh gently, he playfully let one hand wander down over her belly, exploring the soft skin. "A good mechanic checks everything," Adam told her, slipping his fingertips underneath the waistband of her jeans, "Just to make sure everything is running smoothly... not too hot... not too cold."

She gave a sigh as his hands ran over her breasts, the touch made her bite her lip, loving the building of anticipation.

As his hands skimmed down her stomach she lay back against the seat, scooting the shell of her shirt off to the floor board with her other shirt. Her bra was still on, but Adam could take care of that.

"Well if you're gonna take it for a test drive..." She said before it changed into a soft moan. "You better warm the engine up..." She sighed, her breath coming in a shudder. It was getting kind of cold in the garage now, but that wouldn't be a problem for much longer.

Adam smiled, leaning his head down to capture her lips with his. "You know... nothing runs well if it's not... properly... lubricated," he murmured, his mouth curving against hers as he flicked her fly open, his hand slowly dipping in, fingertips rubbing little patterns against her skin.

Slowly, he trailed wet kisses down the side of her neck, over the rim of her bra. He blew gently on the warm skin, watching it goosebump in the cold air. "Chilly?" Adam asked, wondering if he had a blanket or extra jacket in the backseat.

Janie couldn't help the sigh that escaped her lips as his fingers slipped against her skin. "Yeah...." She whispered, her eyes closing as he kissed her. She groaned in disapproval as his lips left hers though, but her head tilted back as his kisses moved down her neck, smiling as they reached her chest.

"Kinda..." She admitted sheepishly as he asked if she was cold.

"So why don't you warm me up a bit." She whispered, pulling him down to her so she could kiss him again, his body warm against hers. It was even warmer as her hands slipped under his shirt, pulling it over his head with only the briefest interruptions in their kiss. His chest was toned, muscled.... It was evident he worked out, taking his job as an officer seriously.

Maybe they'd use that part of his life for some fun later.

For the moment, the whole 'High Schooler in the Parking Lot' thing seemed to be going good. "Hey... Why don't we turn on the radio..." She whispered between kisses. "Just to set the mood ya know?" She grinned as she moved to catch his ear between her teeth.

Adam lifted his arms so she could pull his shirt off, then moaned a little as she ran her hands over his chest. "Oh, baby," he said, his deft fingers flicking her bra open, "I want to get your engine revving." With a grin, he lowered his head again, this time nibbling his way over her collarbone.

"Radio?" He fumbled for the controls before finally finding the right button. Rock poured out, so he had to fumble a bit more before something slower came on. Adam didn't care what. It really, really wasn't important. Getting her out of those jeans, now that was important. "Better?" he asked, slipping his hands under the back of the waistband. It served dual purposes, helped him work those jeans off, and let him get his hands on that excellent ass. Efficiency was a good thing.

Her backside lifted slightly as his hands worked at her jeans. A slight grip made her grin and she nipped at his neck, sucking at the skin.

"Gonna take me for a ride huh?" She asked in a soft pant. Her leg slipped up, moving out of her jeans up to her ankle, wrapping around his waist. Cold as she might be, she wanted out of those jeans. She wanted his hands everywhere possible on her body. She wanted to feel him against her...

Fed up with the clothing, she pushed away from him slightly, wiggling in the confinement of the car to kick them off. She moved to straddle his lap, pressing herself against the firm bulge of his pants. She grinned and moved her hips to rub it slightly, leaning forward to press her now bare chest against his, kissing him eagerly.

"Can't start the engine without the key baby..." She whispered as she pulled away for a breath. But she wanted a little more play time first. She wanted to drive him wild before the real fun even began. Her hips moved against his still, her hands caressing his chest as she kissed up and down his neck.

"Jesus," Adam couldn't think of a witty remark as she scooted out of her pants, rubbing against him through his jeans. "Uh... Sandy?" he managed, his hands fisting on the seat, "we're gonna need to get my pants off soon... or they might not come off."

A strangled groan managed to make its way out as she pressed her chest against his, her skin oh-so-warm compared to the cool air in the car. Still, he managed a breathless laugh as she trailed ticklish kisses over his neck. "If you keep this up, I think my engine is going to..." he trailed off, a little distracted, before he could finish with, "explode."

"And you're gonna say 'no' to me huh?" She grinned, continuing her play time. "You're going to make me stop?" Her hands moved down to his stomach, caressing almost aggressively at his waistline. "If you really want me... You're gonna have to do a bit better than asking me to stop." She whispered.

She was already naked, so she was done. And she'd done a deal of the work. If he really wanted her, then he'd have to do more than just touch and fiddle about.

It was kinda funny how he seemed so discombobulated by her.... But then again, it was a common occurrence for men to turn into idiots for or during sex.

"What are you waiting for..." She whispered at his ear. "You gonna just give up without having the real treat?"