#anywhere

"You wan' me t' talk t' th' little shit?"

She bites her bottom lip, torn, then "Furk... maybe?" A pause, "Only don't make it worse. And..don't try to get him to wear that Moobmoti8r thing..it'll scare him off!"

"But...I...." A sigh. "FINE. Mebbe Duff....."

SNicker

((Pause))

"Ain't no way he man duff gonna let you cause him to lactate. You can't frickn afford his rates."

"Hmph. Well...fuck...ain' hurt to try. I find out 'bout yer boy Petey either way." Tweak starts to head out. "And no dismantlin' my shit while I gone!"

"What about the sound to scent thing?"

"No!" from the corridor, then "....maybe. Not yet. Wait'll I get back!" And she's gone.

A mutter grumble but the henchwench assistant knows better...

....

Soon Tweak is heading towards the Tattoo parlor, and finds one of Nec's working girls is getting something done on her arm.

Tweak makes sure she's armed with a small-ish firearm she can conceal in her maternity coveralls before she waddles out into Tijuana.

A chin lift to the girl. "Hey. Whatcha gettin'?"

"Roses and webbing" SHe says. Currently unenchanted, she admits "Not sure, just came to me."

Duff works on her arm like an expert, which he is, "Be just a bit longer. Coffee in the pot if you like" He says to Tweak

Sweeping the floor nearby is a wilder lad, a bit taller than most boggans his age. Yeah, not AS runty.

A snort at the girl. "I bet it did."

"Nah...caffeine makin' th' kid tap dance on my fuckin' bladder."

Another chin lift to the boy. "Who you?"

"Oh? I'm Pedro. Can I get you water maybe?"

She considers him for a moment, then shrugs. "Yeah, what th' fuck. Not from th' goddam tap, though."

"Si," He gets it for her promptly "Symond talks about you some." He says "Is it true you could turn a golf cart into a dragster?"

"Hell, gimme access to a half-decent junkyard, I c'n make th' fucker fly."

She takes the water and sips...and nods if it tastes clean. "So...you been talkin' to my Greasemonkey girl?"

"Oh si, Symond's beuno. She's like ,fearless. ANd knows all about, well, almost everything. Ancient cultures and the occult, and modern engines..."

Tweak sips her water, looking at the kid over the edge of the glass. "You really think she all that?"

"Well, si. I mean, she's your student. You know, right?" The boy has blue eyes, rare down here.

"Yeah. She a'ight." She finishes the water and sets the glass down. "But...tall looker like you, bet you got chicas lined up 'round th' block." A glance at Duff.

Duff looks amused

"Me?" Pedro laughs, "No I ah... mama's always trying to set me up with a nice boggan girl, but I'm young you know? And.. well... " He blushes

"Yeah? Yer mama in town?"

"Outside of it, it's a bit safer in the suburbs." He says, and she may notice he's carrying under that jacket

A chin jut. "Whatchoo blushin' fer?"

Duff by now has gotten rid of his client, and getting himself a cup of coffee. "Tell her, mi amigo. It' doesn't make you a traitor or anything."

Pedro sighs, "Boggan girls? They don't..." A sigh, "They do nothing for me, you know? It's not the roundness, that's..fine. I have a bit myself. Part of the kith. It's the ...they're always so eager to please I feel like I never get to be the one to make HER happy, chu know?"

Tweak listens...then smirks. "Yeah, a'ight. I c'n get that. But Greasemonkey...she good like that, yeah? She tell you what she want, so you c'n do it?"

"Sure, she's always offering helpful advice... " He says with a nod, "Sometimes I don't listen like I should though because.. well.. "A blush "No biggie."

"Yeah? Cuz why?"

"Helpful advice?" Duff raises a brow, "She calls you a furking idiota."

A snerk at that.

"Oh that's just her way of talking, you know?" He answers Duff first, then to her, "Well, sometimes, she comes in..uhm wet? From the steam she works in..." Redder and redder, "ANd.. it soaks her clothes and I try not to... she doesn't know, you know? I'm not a creep or nothing. I try to be a gent, but it gets hard..."

Duff smirks at that but does not take the shot.

The boy continues, "Hard to listen you know?"

Mutters. "Yeah, bet it do."

"So...uh...kid." A pause, and a sigh...she's no boggan. "Fuckin' invite her to Beltane already. Jus' do it."

"wha? NO.." He says "What if she says no?"

Mortified!

A shrug. "Then she say No. Ask anyways."

"But..." He looks to Duff for support