There Is a Light this Darkness Can't Hide. [Wreckles & Dreamer-]

[Wreckles]

73. The familiar noise rung in Hugo's head and for the twentieth time he checked the small piece of paper in his hand. 84. He sighed and dangled with his leg in sheer boredom, he hated banks. Originally the cause for the visit had been one of joy, he had won a small poker tournament and felt the check burn a hole in his pocket, yearning to made into real numbers in his account. Drifting off into his own little world again as people around him hurried back and forth in the rather grand and spacious building. Smooth stone surface made the floor, along the walls there was a line of chairs on display, in the middle sat Hugo. He made quite the distinction from the people surrounding him, most of them were pensioned, it was past noon on a regular Thursday so most people were busy with their own work. Hugo sat next to a older woman who were hugging her purse tightly, ready for action - ready for turning in the small piece of paper that had her number on it that is. Sitting next to two small persons made Hugo look dis-proportionally large but in reality he was only six foot tall. Sporting short dirty blonde hair that leaned to the left side naturally Hugo drummed on his lap in obvious anticipation. He wore a lime-green shirt beneath a black hoodie along with deep blue jeans, had it not been the rigorous way he sat up straight like he had been disciplined by the military since birth most would probably take Hugo for a thug. Admittedly he looked a little rugged, having not shaved for two days gave him a light stubble, only thinking about it automatically sent up a hand to scratch the surface.

Hugo let his gray-blue eyes run across certain details on people that hurried back and forth - a habit he picked up often when he was bored. A loosely tied shoelace along with a unbuttoned jacket and a stressed look in his eyes told Hugo a lot about the man in front of him. Most likely he will be discussing to prolong his loan or ask for another, he had the demeanor of a man who was going to ask you something that would have great impact on his little life. Hugo scoffed at the man, he held absolutely nothing of what Hugo wanted. Sure there were times his monetary income was sparse, but such were the ways of professional poker. Up and down was an understatement but still Hugo had the ability or luck that would guarantee him to win more than he'd lose. And it was not because the man looked desperate that Hugo was so detached, it was a lifestyle he would and never could abide to, the constant and soul-eating conviction that you worked for someone else to pay your bills so that you may one day be rich enough to buy your happiness. Rubbing his eye Hugo yawned out of boredom and turned to another person in hopes he or she would entertain his little mind.

It was impossible not to gape widely, it took Hugo more than one second to realize what was about to happen, but it did and the bellowing of the man in front dressed in all black with a clown mask covering his countenance snapped Hugo back to reality. Four men had entered the bank, four men with AK-47's. Yelling out that this was a robbery would have sent more than one person screaming if they weren't all waving around their weapons for all to see. The group split up but the largest man made his way to the counter and pointed his muzzle at the frightened attendant, Hugo did not hear or see what he demanded because now he was faced with a muzzle of his own. "LAY DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD! YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED IF YOU FOLLOW THESE COMMANDS!" The slightly muffled voice behind the clown bellowed at Hugo and the little crowd of people within the vicinity. A loaded gun was enough motivation for Hugo to get on the floor and follow the agitated mans orders. Subconsciously Hugo started to take note of details on the man in front of him without trying to look directly at him. Black jeans, military type jacket and a slightly scraped surface on the clown's mask. That meant they had been used before...

The leader and another clown disappeared with an attendant into the back room, the clown in front of him was no doubt keeping a keen eye on the crowd of people. Hugo did not want to play a hero, he owed the bank nothing but he loathed the idea of being subjected to a no doubt madman's will. What guarantee did he have that this brute would not start shooting wildly after they got what they came for? Clenching his teeth Hugo started to look for an opening, a swift kick to the clown's shin would be doable, Hugo was quick but after that? They had automatic rifles and Hugo had never used one like that. Already the prospect was starting to sound like an unlikely endeavour. As Hugo debated with himself he noted a girl lying almost next to him, he had not spotted her before. Perhaps if they worked together... More than that was Hugo not allowed to think as a loud originating from the area the two clowns had disappeared to with their hostage. The explosion shook the faculty causing terrified screams to erupt from his fellow hostages. It felt like a movie and for the first time Hugo started to get afraid, afraid that he would have to do something and the risks pertaining outweighed his odds.
The sound of distant sirens illuminated a small light of hope in Hugo's chest. But he was unable to refrain from biting his lip as he remember how many times robberies had gone wrong and a hostage situation had ensued, what worried him was the statistics of how often the robbers had killed the hostages...

 

[Dreamer-]

Dreamer was now pretty tired, after having taken her number she was now waiting. Sitting down for what had seemed like hours and hours, which is what staying still felt like to her. But really, she haddent arrived that long ago, maybe 30 minutes to an hour, that was all. Though it seemed that the time right now or how much she had spent waiting didn’t matter; she was off in her own little fantasy world. She was staring off into space, leaned back agents her chair with hands clasped together. Her original reason for coming here was simple; she was putting money into her savings account and checking up on a couple other situations. But until she was up at the counter being assisted, she wasn’t going to worry her mind over it. Since… there really wasn’t anything to worry about. So in turn she let her mind wander, no to the people surrounding her, to the things she had going on that day. Which was pretty uneventful and open, seeing as she had no work or any friends coming to call. After this short and quick visit it would be back home for her, able to relax a little watching some TV or getting back to her art. Since lately she didn’t have the knack for it, her muse must have left her late in the night and found someone else. But as her day dreaming had returned, so had her inspiration... She was hoping to get in just a couple pieces soon.

Dreamer was a young woman with a pale olive skin tone and long hair. Her hair was pretty much black, but when hit by the sunlight you could just make out tones of a brown highlights. This black silky curtain was long, and hung down her back completely. While it was extremely wavy it seemed to frame her face and curl around her shoulders. With the bangs she had on both sides of her face nearly covered her electric blue eyes. Normally, since Dreamer was more of a night person then a day, anytime someone would see her eyes would be almost florescent. But right now, in the sunlight, they appeared slightly more bland and normal… Didn’t startle someone as much. Nor were they meant to. She had gotten to many comments on the odd colour of her eyes, and not positive ones at that. So of course she didn’t mind one bit if they didn’t stand out. Today, Dreamer was wearing not fancy or extravagant; she was going to the bank for heaven’s sake. Just before she had left her home she dawned on a grey pair of jeans, clean; with a simple V-neck T-shirt. Her shoes were normal flip-flops, which is what she preferred on off days… Something easy to slip on and off when needed.

The one thing that did capture Dreamer’s attention… was the loud shouts from the men. This event instantly snapped her mind back into focus. She looked around suddenly, startled and frightened. And she was instantly able to notice what was going on, and she didn’t hesitate to drop to the ground and obey their commands. Once on the ground and with hands on her head she glanced around, the screams of the other men and women ringing in her ears. She looked to her side and noticed someone glance at her for a moment. A man that seemed that he shouldn’t be in this lavish bank... like he just walked off the street. But right now, she was more worried about the guys with guns then this one. And so she looked over to the men walking around, a small brooding frown appearing on her face as she stared up at them. This... probably wasn’t going to end well, cops or not.

Though... At least the cops were coming, but that wasn't always a good thing. So many times over the decades these little holds up would turn into something much bigger than was originally suppose to be... Hopefully, if there was god, this wouldn't be the case. So Dreamer just let out a small curse under her breath and closed her eyes for a moment, and in an instant like this might seem foolish, but she was mentally preparing herself. Soon her eyes were open again and checking out the area, looking for anything nearby to use to protect herself with. But with only the chairs and other people near by... it was pretty much hopeless. Now, she had decided, there were couple things that these bad boys could want. Seeing as those the cops were coming though... they would be in a hurry. She could already able to see the red lights flashing and the shouts of the men in uniform to the clowns inside.

 

[Wreckles]

In the next few moments a thousand things happened all at once. The panic spread not only to the hostages but their jailers as well, Hugo could not make out who was screaming what but every particle of his body was ready to rush the costumed clad man in front of him. In his mind Hugo was cursing his guard; point your damn gun at someone else for a split second and I'll take you down you fucker. His wishes did not come true, it was like the clown had his mind set - even in his state of panic - that he was gonna focus all his attention on just Hugo. Hearing his heartbeats threatening to overcome his own thoughts Hugo did everything he could to look as non-threatening as possible, which was not very hard considering he was laying on the floor with his hands on the back of his head.

In the corner of his eyes Hugo tried to get the attention of the girl laying only a few inches away from him, if she could divert his attention... Hugo shook away the thought without moving a muscle, using her as bait only increased the chances of someone dying here today and Hugo would not have her death in his conscience. He was interrupted from his plotting by the keen sense that someone was rapidly running in front of him and when he looked up he saw a man violently tackling the clown from it's back. Hugo gazed at the scene that was unfolding right before his eyes, it passed like slow-motion and for a moment all he could do was stare like some slack-jawed idiot. His paralysis did not last long though as he had to roll out of the way to avoid getting two very agitated men on top of him. Nimbly he got on his feet but by then it was already over. The AK-47 had changed owners and now the clown was on the floor in the exact position Hugo had laid moments ago. The man pressing down his knee into the clown's back was in the process of aiming the rifle at the clown's body, a triumphant smile dominated his countenance.

Quickly surveying the scene told the now rather confused Hugo that the situation had gotten under control. Police was now swarming the place along with what looked like special forces. Hugo knelt a little, not wanting to be confused for a bank robber, whether it worked or not he could not really tell as a uniformed policeman rather violently laid his arms around him and proceeded to semi-carry him out. Finally Hugo could hear words again, his heart starting to calm down, he followed the policeman more or less reluctantly but not before casting an eye back and noted that the girl that had previously laid next to him received similar treatment from another policeman.

Semi-running out of the building Hugo was greeted by the scene of dozens of police cars with their characteristic red and blue lights bathing the block in their colours. The policeman escorting him was a little taller than Hugo and sported the most serious look on a man's face Hugo had ever seen as he was put down on the ground in some sort of safe-zone guarded by several policemen. Seconds later the girl was put down next to him and no doubt Hugo had a rather bewildered look on him as a paramedic quickly knelt beside him and started barraging him with questions. Finally he was able to speak, "I'm fine I'm fine. Go help someone else." That was all he said but the paramedic took no notice of his words and proceeded to try and mount a muzzle at Hugo's face. Instinctively he swatted away the arm which put on a very confused look in the paramedics eyes who seemed to freeze in his motions. "I told you I'm fine." Hugo locked his eyes with the paramedic and pierced him with his gaze. "Go help others."

The paramedic looked like he wanted to say something but when his mouth moved no words could be heard so Hugo started to get on his feet, he had enough of this little spectacle now, the adrenaline was gone as he stood up straight and surveyed the area, police were forming a wall on the steps to the bank while reporters of different brands filmed and tried to get closer to the area where Hugo and some others had been carried out to.

 

[Dreamer-]

The shouts of the men and women continued to ring in her ears as the clowns over looked the area. Their guns were pointed full frontal as they watched every single person like a hawk. Dreamer didn’t even know if they were getting any work done, it felt as if everything was shock still. She could hear her own breath and everyone else’s in the facility, it caused a weight to press down on her shoulders. That and having yourself at gun-point, what also put a little stress on you. Though… It was mostly the silence that killed. So Dreamer bit her bottom lip and held in her next breaths, glancing around the area slowly and trying to keep calm. Soon everything would be over, since the cops looked like they were just outside and ready to bust in. All one had to do was wait.. While your heart pounded in your ears, one could feel the dread that something would happen. That someone would loose their life, someone would get hurt… or this would be turned into a real hold up. But those thoughts were washed away when the sight of a man rushing up to tackle the man in the clown mask appeared.

A swift gush of air exhailed from her lungs as the two men crashed to the ground just beside her. She quickly moved out of the way with a small gasp, eyes wide and hands spread out in defense. Soon it was all over, the gun was now being held agents the clown’s head and the tension was gone. Dreamer now took this time to stand, even if she was a little unstable. Once on her feet she watched as the cops rushed in, shouting and guns raised. She then froze again and let them take care of the situation. But before she could start moving away she was grabbed from behind, by the shoulder, and pushed outside. The sunshine beating down on her skin was welcome, because since the event happened a cold chill had come over her. She muttered a couple words of thanks to the cop and said that she was fine while she crossed her arms and flocked to where the other people were being pushed.

She looked around towards the others, some looking shocked, scared, confused… or all of the above. Dreamer herself with a little frightened and shaken up. Who wouldn’t be? They could have almost died. And that was when Dreamer noticed Hugo, the guy she had spied laying down next to her. And as he waved the paramedics away and they moved onto her, also doing the same, she watched him with some curiosity. Though nothing particular came to mind at the moment, her gaze was simply thoughtful. Then she suddenly noticed she had dropped her ticket number back at the lobby, which made her mutter another curse under her breath. “God dammit…” She said to herself, brushing off her clothing with a frown. Well… The bank wouldn’t be started back up for awhile anyway. Still, it was a pain in the ass at the thought of waiting all over again. But hey, rather wait in line then be killed by a clown right?

So, to get her mind on something else other than her jitters she walked over to Hugo, smiling sheepishly at him in a sort of embarrassed way. “I’ve been told clowns were scary, but never beleaved it till now.” She muttered with a small laugh, trying to ease the tension of what happened by sporting a joke. But sometimes, the jokes were out of taste. But she held out her hand to the man standing next to her and tilted her head slightly to the side. “My names Dreamer, it’s nice to meet you.” She said to him, still smiling little.

 

[Wreckles]

It was impossible not to shoot a painful smile towards the female in front of him but instead of dismissing it Hugo continued to build on the little joke. "When I was little and visited a circus a clown once dropped a ball on my head so I've never trusted their kind to begin with." He made a pause and exhaled "Jokes aside, it's not everyday you cheat death like that. I was sure someone was going to die..." Letting his voice trail off Hugo rubbed his chin upwards and stared directly into the girls eyes. "Name's Hugo. I'm glad you didn't get shot. Dreamer huh? You're officially the first person I met who had a name like that, easy name to remember though." A playful grin snuck into his features before continuing. "I'm not too fond of being in the middle of this, and I could use a drink to calm my nerves. I know a cozy little place not far from here, first rounds on me." Without really giving Dreamer much time to contemplate his offer he took her small hand and more or less pulled her away from the scene, flipping up the barrier tape and lead his newly aquired company beneath it.

He was taller or equal to most of the crowd that had gathered and bulldozed a path through the curious onlookers, a couple of meters away he saw a reporter filming. The buzzing of the crowd was almost louder than his thoughts but they stepped aside as he lead Dreamer carefully in tow. As soon as they were out in the open again he let go of her hand as he looked back and flashed her a grin. "It's just two blocks away, I took my motorcycle here but I doubt it wuld be possible to drive with all these people, and no doubt the police has stopped traffic." Shoving his hands into his pockets Hugo knicked with his head, motioning for Dreamer to follow if she so desired. Now that they were out in the open he could see Dreamer in a way he could not before, how one could miss those radiant eyes of hers was beyond Hugo. Not to mention that he could not remember the last time he had seen someone that could rival the impressive lenght of her hair.

"Are you from around here?" He broke the silence as they started walking, following the sidewalk. Hugo walking just slightly ahead of her, having always done that, it was a sign of leadership - knowing where to lead his pack. Patiently Hugo listened to her, trying to place the look of her face when they were held down during the bank. The look in her eyes back then... If Hugo was not mistaken she was planning on doing something just like him. Just having reached that verdict made him respect Dreamer a little more than before, she held her composure well considering that five minutes ago she was under threat of a gun. Realizing he had been silent while contemplating, Hugo looked up at the sign hanging above their heads just a few meters ahead. "Honeybadger pub. Always makes me think of a intoxicated honeybadger..." Sneering at Dreamer to see if she would find his little amusement funny. Opening the door to a rather dim but cozy looking place, furnished in the style of a 1800 establishment - Hugo made a small geasture. "Ladies first."

As he stepped over the threshold and giving the room a quick survey, not many people here - perfect. He motioned for the red sofas in the back of the room but not before giving the barkeep a familiar nod and making the V sign to him. The barkeep, a rowdy looking man with an impressive mustache and an equal impressive beer-belly nodded back to him, acknowledging his order and started filling two large glasses from the taps. Hugo dimped down on a couch and watched Dreamer closely as she sat down in the one opposite him. Making himself comfortable, it was clear that Hugo had been here many times before as the barkeep came up to them with two large pints of beer and placed them down on the table.
"Did you hear what happened only a few blocks away sir? There was an attempted robbery at the bank! In broad daylight! What has the world come to?" The barkeep looked considerably worried at this thought but Hugo held up his hand and calmed him, "Thanks Marv but not now." The barkeep looked taken aback at his words before turning his gaze over to Dreamer and instantly regained his composure and made a formal bow to her. "Oh where are my manners, Marvan Jouster - at your service Milady. Just let me know what you'd like and old Marv shall do his best to accomodate." Hugo just smiled at the scene, Marvan was a genuine nice man, but secretly he just wanted to see how Dreamer acted in front of other people. He caught himself starting to note more and more details about her, but more than that - he finally saw how cute she was.

 

[Dreamer-]

Dreamer smiled softly as she shook the man’s hand, nodding in greeting. “Well it’s nice to meet you Hugo. And I must agree… This has been quiet a day.” She responded, with her words trailing off as she let arm fall back to her side. Dreamer glanced around the since again, trying to take in more of the details. But all that dose is send another chill up her spine, making everything feel eerie. So she simply looked back to Hugo and tilted her head slightly at his offer, and before she knew it he was pulling her in the other direction. “Er, sure. That would be nice.” She was able to stumble out as she ducked under the tape with him. A drink did sound nice, something to warm the insides and calm the nerves. But she had just met the man, and this felt a little strange to be doing. She had half a mind to just cut ties and go home... Which did sound lovely as well. Though as not to be rude, she stayed and followed, he seemed like a nice man.

The crowd and swarming people with cameras caught her attention, and she Hugo helped her through the mod her eyes seemed trained on them. Already it seemed that the reporters and news were all over everything, sometimes it even amazed her how fast everything happened. Once out of the crowd Dreamer gratefully drank in some of the cold and fresh air, seeming that she had gotten a little suffocated from everyone being so close and huddling together. She coughed slightly and looked up to Hugo, blinking a couple times fast as she took in his words and there meaning. “That’s fine; I don’t mind a little walk anyhow.” She told him, grinning in response as she followed at his side.

At his question she just gave a small nod. “I live close by, yes. My house is just over a couple streets.” She responded, gesturing to her left with a flick of the hand. “What about yourself?” She asked curiously, glancing back over to him and watching his movements as well. Like before, he didn’t seem like to bad of a guy… He was good looking in his scruffy way and seemed sturdy. He also seemed independent and a little head-strong, but not arrogant, just sure of himself. At his little hint of a joke Dreamer arched an eyebrow and gave him a half-grin while chuckling under her breath. “That might be the point.” She responded in turn, letting out a laugh as she stepped into the bar as he held the door, murmuring her thanks.

Dreamer watched how Hugo motioned for their drinks and how the bar keeper responded without a word. Must have come here a lot it seemed, but Dreamer didn’t know the place at all. Though this didn’t bother her much as she sat down across from the man, taking her perch on another one of the red sofas. She leaned back agents hers and let out a small sigh, crossing her legs as she watched the bar tended set the drinks down in front of them.

She took once glance at the drinks in front of them and couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a nice keg of beer with foam pouring over the edge. Perfect. She actually preferred beer to vodka and tequila, Vodka just tasted like acid… Though she never passed up a shot of whisky from time to time, but a good brewski was the best. After this moments thought she noticed the man bowing in front of her, and she tipped her head in greeting as well. “It's good to meet you, Mister Jouster, just call me Dreamer. This is a very nice place you have here.” She told him kindly, holding out her hand to shake his.

 

[Wreckles]

((Brewski!! Jesus fuck I laughed at that.))

A hint of true mirth flashed over Marvan's features as he gladly took his female customers hand in his significatly larger one, he was glad that such a youthful woman still held such manners. Any further than that did his thoughts not reach as Hugo snapped him back to reality. "New guests Marv." Marvan looked at Hugo with a confused look before following the direction his finger pointed, indeed, new customers had arrived and Marv rushed off to attend the bar, murmuring excuses more directed towards Dreamer than Hugo. It was impossible not to smile, Hugo had always enjoyed Marv's company the time's he'd come here for company, solace or cotemplation - all offered under the same roof. Returning his focus to his female company, Hugo leaned forward and gripped the large glass that contained the enticing golden liquid topped off with foam that were as seductive as a private beach and a fine girl to spend the night with. Raising his glass Hugo locked eyes with Dreamer again, he had a habit of glueing his gaze to a person, most people were reluctant to stare someone in the eyes more than three seconds.

"Today's toast goes to life." He put weight behind his words as he held up the glass to Dreamer's for the characteristic clink as glass met glass. Taking a deep chug of the brew Hugo let out a satisfied exhale; "Chezch beer is among the best in the world if you ask me, old Marv has at least 40 different brands and I've yet to try them all. Sometimes I come here late as he's about to close up and we share a new one, he's got stories to tell that man. And I am always eager to listen to them. Hugo leaned forward, this time not letting Dreamer look at anything else but him. So what is your story? Who are you, who are you really? Hugo had her in a vice, it didn't take a poker professional to see that she was taken aback by the direct question. "You don't have to answer that. You can tell a lot more about a person by the things they don't do, than what they do." Such was Hugo's nature, already he had spotted something he wanted in the girl and now he set out to find out if it was fool's gold he saw, or a hidden diamond beneath. They were more or less alone in this area, as the room bathed them in a dim glow, Dreamer's features seemed to dance in the flickering light which only served to enhance her eyes. Hugo didn't gaze at her anymore, he stared. A few booths away from theirs a couple laughed.

Finally he leaned back into his part of the couch, taking another large sip of his beer and sporting a vague hint of a smile on his lips that foretold no information as to what he was thinking but when he spoke it was with a clear voice. "I'm gonna have a little party tonight, just friends coming over for a good time - nothing fancy." With a lower voice he added "Come as you are." He leaned forward a took out a miniature pen out of his pocket and jotted down some letters and numbers on a napkin and shoved it over to her part of the table "That's my address. I want you to come." And just like that he had placed out his line, whether she took his note or not meant very little, what mattered was if she'd show up. And how. "Eight pm. I'll see if I can't convince Marv if he can't live without a few kegs of his best brew..." Hugo gave her a coy look, he was taller than her, broader than her and definitely a lot more muscular than her. Compared to him she was frail, appearances always deceived though, in the animal kingdom, even the smaller animal could be pack leader. What mattered was their heart and spirit. Taking another large sip of his brew and more than half of his beer was gone - telltales of an avid lover of beer, or an alcoholic.

"I'd love to stay for another beer but I have to go fend off the police from impounding my bike and to convince them it's not a disguised bomb." His sour tone when talking about the police left no wonder what Hugo thought of uniformed men. When he got up he left behind an empty glass, like a magician had spirited the beer away to some unknown location. He gave Dreamer another long stare, but whether it was for trying to spot details about her that would reveal hidden information, or because he wanted to see more of those eyes of hers he could not say. What he did say though was "Eight o clock." And just like that he headed towards the exit, fishing up a bill from his pocket and almost slammed it on Marvan's desk before leaving the building."

 

[Dreamer-]

((Whaaaat? xD))

Dreamer smiled kindly to the man, and once the shake was over her hand slipped back into her lap. She then heard Hugo’s words and glanced over her shoulder to see more people entering the building. And as the man rushed off in a hurry Dreamer watched him go with a small grin. He seemed like a charming man, very nice. Then she looked back over to Hugo and tilted her head to the side for a moment, noticing how he looked at her was a little strange. She too didn’t know many people who would lock eyes for a long amount of time, unless in love of course. But she didn’t mind as she only smiled at him as she reached for her glass as well. She took the large mug in hand with flashing eyes that still held some amusement behind them.

She lifted the glass in hand and moved it forward as it clashed agents his, causing some of the foam to spill. She nodded abit to his comment, agreeing. Then she lifted the mug to her lips and took in as much as she could, but trying not to spill the fluid. After her gulp she set the glass back down and licked her lips, grinning slightly. “I can imagine. Though... Have you ever tasted chocolate beer? I personally never have but… I can’t imagine I’d want to.” She responded, laughing at the thought of it. She loved chocolate, and loved beer… but, together? I don’t know. But when he asks his questions that he have clearly been holding back, all she does is arch her eyebrows and give him a small lopsided grin. “Your fond of the personal questions, aren’t you?” She asked, leaning back agenst the sofa, folding her hands up back into her lap. “But I don’t think I’d be able to tell you all that, truthfully. It’s much easier for another person to judge properly, don’t you agree?” She asked him, tilting her head to the side with a small smile.

Dreamer looked down to the note for a couple of moments, seeming to be staring at it. Then, she reached out for it and took it in hand, looking at what had been written on it. “I see… Sounds interest.” She replied, glancing up to him with half-lidded eyes. She still didn’t know Hugo much, and he was inviting her to a party of his with his friends? This would probably put her out of her comfort zone a little, seeming as she would be the only one that didn’t know anybody. But, that’s how you got to know people, right? “8 o’clock then, I’ll be sure to come.” She replied, now putting a smile on her face, giving him a small nod.

Then she simply watched him leave the bar, saying nothing else. Then, once he had gone she picked up her beer once more and went to finish it off. And after a couple large gulps, that was the case. So stood up and set the glass down with a clang, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. That was really good beer. As she walked out of the building she looked to Marv and raised a hand in farewell. “It was nice meeting you Marv!” She called out to him, grinning abit. Then she slipped out of the door to find her car and head home.

 

[Wreckles]

Just as Hugo stepped out of the building he was greeted by the sun's welcoming gaze again, it only took him a couple of seconds to adjust his eyes again and to fish up his phone from his jean pocket. His friend was at the top of his list for two reasons; the fact that they were great friends and the fact that his name was Adam. The dialtone rung three times before a groggy voice murmured something that would be passable for a hello. Or a curse in some unknown language, it was difficult to tell with Adam. "It's past two PM, drag your lazy ass out of bed and get a job you slob." Hugo had a smile on his lips, it was only with truly good friends that you could be afford to be so reckless with your choice of words. Adam cleared his throat and made a passable impression that he was a secretary to himself and would book a meeting for such a endeavour in the future, meanwhile Hugo could go sit on something sharp. "Jokes aside, you should check the news. I was there." Hugo knew Adam got curious by the way his breathing changed "Also, call some people, we're having a little party at my place tonight. I'm gonna have to shop for some drinks but bring some with you alright? And Adam, nothing fancy." The last words was more of an insurance knowing Adam too well for his own good.

When he arrived back at the scene to the robbery the crowd had diminished but there was still a lingering presence of curious onlookers, most police cars had disappeared but there were still some present. The barrier tape formed around the building like some menacing monster but luckily Hugo had parked in the vicinity instead of at the bank parking lot. When he arrived to his beloved bike - a honda VTR 250, he donned the usual appearance and began having his normal conversation with the motorcycle. "Sorry for leaving you alone and worrying like that babe, but I met someone interesting... What? If she's pretty? Well yes I'd say she is, but I'm more curious what's beneath you know... No I don't know if she's diesel, but I shall ask her next time I see her - If I see her, I sort of made a gamble... Oh what would you know about relations, all you care about is fuel." A lady, probably in her mid fifties stood not only five meters away from him having a smoke, most likely out on her break. She eyed him suspiciously, like one does to a sleeping tiger. Hugo just met her gaze casually and without changing his tone he pointed at the bike while he straddled it; "She's all about promiscuity, not caring who fills her up just as long as someone does it!" With that said he adorned a wide grin and flicked the ignition and drove away.

Hugo loved the wind in his hair, he had skipped the helmet for today for reasons unknown but right now he didn't care. His eyes were used to high speeds so they no longer watered and obscured his vision like they used to. It didn't take long until he was home again, a rather medium-sized white house which he had named most accurately as the white house. It was a one story building with a small garden in front which Hugo actually tended to, he grew various vegtables and right now tomatoes was the dominating theme. The vivid colours of green put a cozy feel to the surface of his house, it made it look homely and inviting. He pulled up on the small driveway that consisted of gravel he stepped off his bike, patting it gently on the saddle ritualistically as he sat off and walked up the steps to the small wooden porch where he kept a wooden bench with a brown small table in front - for the times where all you wanted to do was sit on the porch and philosophy about life. What was a great selling point however was the fact that there were no nearby neighbours. Thirty meters away from the house was the next one and Hugo had barely seen the owner let alone heard him for a month now. He lived in a rather rural area with a path into the woods only some hundred meters away.

Turning the key in the lock he stepped inside and kicked off his shoes in the entrance hall, Meredith, his cat meowed pleasantly at his presence and came up to him and stroked her gray fur against his legs. "Hello there missy, you had a nice nap?" Hugo picked her up and she let him. Carrying his cat in his arms he headed for the kitchen and prepared some lunch. Hugo had lived here for over a year and he really liked the place, the tranquility, the ability to throw parties whenever he wanted was what freedom spelled to in his ears. The entrance hall took off to the open kitchen almost directly but beyond that was the spacious living room where Hugo had not one but two couches. The bathroom was located just before the living room and the bedroom at the opposite side. There was also the backyard where a large willow grew which supplied him with shadow for those hot summer days, green grass grew all across his house and in some areas more than others. Despite Hugo's love for growing things he was terrible at maintaining his lawn.

 

[Dreamer-]

Once she walked out of the bar and the sun was on her skin, she almost instantly started to get a headache. Groaning to herself, and rubbing at her temples, she started jogging towards her car that was parked just a block away from the bank. Turning a corner she pulled out her keys and pushed one of the buttons of the car’s lock. She heard the familiar click and ringing of the bells and saw the head-lights flashing. Once Dreamer’s car was located she pushed forward and unlocked the car before pulling the handle and heading inside.

Once inside she stopped for a moment, groaning slightly and rubbing at her temples with a small moan. She hated these migraines that she got from time to time. Though it should be gone in a couple hours, so it wasn’t too bad. Dreamer then lifted her head with a small sigh and put the kegs in the ignition, turning them and starting the car. She calmly pulled out of her space and drove down the street, heading home to rest for a little and relax like she was suppose to after going to the bank. And with remembering about the bank, she noted that it would take another trip to get the job done. Hopefully it wouldn’t turn up into a robbery next time… If she was lucky that is.

After driving around 15 minutes Dreamer was home, and pulling up into the drive way. She quickly exited the car, and slamming the door behind herself. She stopped at the porch and looked up at her home for just a moment, breathing a large sigh. “Home crap home.” She told it, though deep inside didn’t really mean it. She loved her home… But when she didn’t clean it for awhile, it did look like a piece of crap. She walked up to the door and unlocked it in a matter of second, soon entering her home. She shut the door behind herself and threw the keys on the side table, jogging into the family room. Dreamer was quick to pick up to TV remote and switch on the television, just to random show that she didn’t find to annoying and just to add noise in the background. Dreamer then went to the bathroom and grabbed a hair band, pulling her long hair back to tie it.

After that Dreamer went to do a couple things while she had the time, before 8 o’clock that is.
She tried working on a couple pieces of her art that had been long since due, but was having art block. So instead she picked up a stray sketch pad and jumped on the sofa, ignoring her headache. She doodled while she watched the TV, eyes drifting back and forth from each object, saying nothing. Dreamer spent a few hours like this, and then ate to put something into her stomach before the party started. Since she knew she’d be drinking at least a little bit. And Dreamer didn’t want an acidic feeling in her stomach.

After eating and making the sure the house was okay, she slipped on a large trench coat that she loved and headed out the door.

Once outside it was clear night had fallen as she made her way to her car, pulling out her keys and the napkin that Hugo had given her. And once inside the car with the lights on she was able to read what had been written there. And with studying the script she started the car once more and pulled out. From where it said to go, it wouldn’t take too long to get there, thankfully. So she started out while pushing her bangs out of her face while driving. And after about half an hour she pulled up into an unfamiliar driveway, loaded with a lot of other cars.

 

[Wreckles]

Hugo had just gotten up from the sofa to get another beer from the fridge, in the kitchen he saw the headlights of a unfamiliar car pulling up on his driveway. Background music bathed his house in a peculiar way, he could still hear peoples conversations and they were held so that no one had to raise their voice. An impudent grin pasted itself on his features as he saw who it was who stepped out. Curiosity is a gifted temptress... The host of the party looked a little different than what he had done earlier during the day, he had the time to shave and now dressed for the occasion. A sleeved light-blue shirt along with dark jeans made up for his attire for the evening, his hair had better structure now and he smelled nice after the shower. He had put on his heavy silver ring on his left hand and jerked at it as he grabbed two beers and went to answer the doorbell. Making his way through some other unknown people Hugo went to the door and opened it, on the porch stood Dreamer, she looked exactly like Hugo had remembered her albeit a little nervous perhaps. "What's the secret password?" He flashed her a smile and waited a couple of moments, enough for her to wonder if there had actually been one before he laughed with his deep voice and took her hand with his free one and gently pulled her above the threshold.

"Welcome to my little home Dreamer, it's not too fancy but it is mine... Let me take your coat." Stepping over a couple of shoes he hanged up her coat in the closet before taking another firm grip of her hand and leading her into his home. They passed a couple of people with drinks in hand, Hugo took the opportunity to say hello to the new faces but other than that he paid no attention to others. His company for the evening had arrived and he was eager to explore who or what she really was. Playing the gracious host Hugo led Dreamer to the most concentrated area of people he had left earlier. "Make some room." It was more of a command than anything else and the two people who sat in the couch either scooted down to the carpet or to a provisional chair nearby, both looking content even as they had been chased away. Hugo put down his new guest before sitting down beside her. Adam was there and while he had brought his new girlfriend with him he was now obviously intruiged of the company Hugo had brought to the proverbial table. "Well who's the new face! Aren't you gonna introduce her to us? Some host you are!" Hugo snarled at his friend, the two of them had always bickered in a most playful manner ever since the day they met. Turning his attention to Dreamer, Hugo gazed at her like he had done in the bar earlier today, letting a couple of seconds tick away before Adam's drumming of his knuckles against the wooden table in front of them brought him back. "This here is Dreamer." Adam almost interrupted him "Dreamer? What kind of name is that? I won't be able to remember that, I shall call you hairs." His girlfriend gave him a light smack at the back of his head and the two of them fell into a lovers quarrel, something about Adam being insensetive. Hugo didn't really listen. "Ignore him, he has never made much sense." He flashed his guest a grin.

Almost forgetting he had two cans of beer in his hand he offered Dreamer one "It's not the good kind Marv has down at the bar but it shall take us through the evening." Although they were surrounded by people, most of them chatting with everyone nearby Hugo didn't seem to pay them any attention. It was like it was just the two of them there. "I wasn't sure you'd show up" The immodest grin on his face returned. "But I'm glad you did." He took a sip of his beer before placing it down on the table where it mingled among many others. But why are you here? What did you see to make you come back? Hugo pondered the cause for a few moments before Adam interjected. "So Hairs, are you familiar with the game pyramid?" Without giving Dreamer the chance to say yes or no he rambled on. "It's quite simple really, you use a deck of cards and put one card at the top, two cards beneath it and so on until you have seven rows. Then you make your way down, for every clothed card you take two, three,four or five sips. Obviously two is jack and five is ace. You pick a card on each lane and if it's a clothed card you start back up at the top. So if you're lucky you get to drink a lot!" Adam put a strange emphasis on the rules, like you were winning the more clothed cards you drew. Hugo knocked with his silver ring on the table, he had not planned on making this into a drinking contest but now his playfulness had come out. And instead of throwing Dreamer to the wolves from the beginning he got up from the couch and said "I'll go first. But we're gonna need some more beers..."

 

[Dreamer-]

Dreamer looked around for a place to park, and finding one she pulled into the drive way. She twisted the keys again and soundly turned off the car, then jerked them out of the slot. Just before getting out she looked up towards the house, only a slight frown appeared on her features as she gazed at it. Dreamer had never been a social butterfly, and now she was going to some stranger’s party. Jesus Christ, she was going off the deep end. And with that, added a small curse coming from her lips, she slipped out of the car’s clutches and into the chilly night air. He jacket was fully buttoned up and one could hear the soft click of her boots on the drive way cement. She had switched them for her sneakers back at her house earlier. And after she rung the door bell and steps back from the doorway she stuffed her hands in her pockets, looking up at the door and studying it for some reason. Though she didn’t have long, Hugo was soon there to greet her. At his remark she arched an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side, the universal sign of confusion. “Let me guess? Space Balls?” She asked with a hint of humor in her eyes, wondering if he would get the reference. But never the less, he was pulling her into his house, the one full of people.

Dreamer murmured her thanks to Hugo, as she slips off her coat and hands it over to him. And soon enough she was being pulled around the area once more, though without having much of a choice she followed without a word. Her expression was mostly blank, except for the arched eyebrow that still held. She silently looked at the house and the people within, her blue eyes flashing a little in the dim lighting. And as the people sitting on the sofa were chased away she looked up to Hugo, but only at the back of his head since that was the view she had. She took her seat beside him, and looked over her shoulder to the sudden on looker. Adam made a small smile appear on her lips, the corners twitching upwards. “It’s nice to meet you to, sun shine.” She responded to him in turn, snorting softly but also laughing a bit under her breath. Hairs, huh? Well, she supposed she’d been called worse. Then her gaze shifted back to Hugo, listening to his comment quietly before responding. “It’s fine.” She told him with a small smile, amusement in her darkening eyes.

Dreamer took the beer with a soft thanks, popping the tab herself like always. She a couple sips before noticing the look Hugo had on his face. “My my, aren’t we a little cocky?” She told him, but with a soft grin. His face betrayed those humble words of his. At his question she was slightly surprised, surprised because he had even asked in the first place. “What did I see? Hmm… I’m not sure if I should tell you… I don’t know if you’re fishing for complements here.” She said while leaning back to get a better look at him, a sly but playful smile to her lips. Then Adam spoke up about some drinking game, and she looked over towards him instead. “Yes I’m familiar with it.” She responded while thinking about some events that happened in her past. It was her brother who had taught her how to play the game, hadn’t it? Those theses whips of past memories fade away as more rambling starts. She hadn’t planned to turn this into a drinking venture, and she was her own designated driver. So there was a small seed of dought in her mind as her eyes narrowed slightly, but figured another beer or to couldn’t hurt. Looking at her small form you wouldn’t expect much, but she actually had a high tolerance to alcohol. And… everything else. For some reason it took a lot to affect her system, but that wasn’t always a good thing. Seeming as she could ward of helpful medication as well, including heavy pain kills. So this was basically a proper catch 22. Though in the end she made to arguments to the attended plan.

 

[Wreckles]

Just as Hugo got up from the couch he gave Adam a almost invisible sign, forming the scissor like during a game of rock paper scissors. Luckily Adam was quite observant and the smile on his face disappeared little by little, he just shot Hugo a gaze and then leaned back into the couch with his girlfriend. That was that, still, Hugo really was in the mood for beer but not at the expense of his most interesting guest. It was impossible to not imagine Dreamer on her knees before him, dressed in black with a very prominent collar around her throat. It was these images that haunted him, urged him to make them come true, no - ordered him to. Sooner or later he always got what he wanted and this would be no different. Fishing out two more cans of beers from the fridge the grin on lips revealed little, but one of his unknown guests who stood in front of him spotted his countenance and backed away like he had been some unleashed animal.

Putting one of the cans inside his back pocket which made it bulge out stupidly he returned to the couch and more or less picked up Dreamers hand. She had not pulled it away the times before so she would not do so now, it was time for a more paramount gamble. "I need to take some air" he didn't lie, the cool air of the evening was special according to him - the way it filled your lungs with vigor and cleared the fog of your mind, that's what he wanted, not needed. Leading Dreamer behind him like the times before, he headed for the door to the backyard, opened it and the pair stepped out to a wooden porch much like the one at the front. Just like here there was a couch, more inviting to sit down in compared to it's wooden sibling at the front. He lead Dreamer with determined steps to the couch and spun her around in front of him, letting go of her hand Hugo placed both of his on her cheeks and pulled her face towards his. Taking great care to make sure she had the ability to step away, Hugo held her close to him in a lock she could easily break if she wanted to. His lips met hers and the first thing he thought of was how soft they were, he pressed against her and started to move his lips against hers, gently moving them up and down.

Little by little his hands let go of her cheeks and trailed downwards, one cupped her chin and held it up against his. Hugo was almost a head taller than her so he had to bend his neck. The cool night air made it's presence known and just as Hugo broke the kiss he felt goosebumps spreading on his body, unsure if she was the cause of it or just the chilly evening. Locking his eyes with Dreamers, completely unwavering, he would not apologize for stealing a kiss, if she walked away then he would pull her back - whether she knew it or not she belonged to him now, he would make her realize that in due time. "Let's go in again, it's getting cold" Like it was the most normal thing in the world to talk about the weather after something like that.

 

[Dreamer-]

Dreamer felt him grab at her hand, and arched an eyebrow. Though she slowly stood up with a small shrug, figuring what could be that harm. Thinking he just wanted to show her something. She didn’t mind though found it particular in any case and left a question in her mind. “Sure.” She told him calmly and took another chug of her beer while Hugo pulled her along, and just before heading outside she placed her bring and the counter, but knew she wouldn’t get back to it again. And once outside she let go of his hand, standing on the porch for a moment and looking at the backyard. It wasn’t to back, and seeing the over grown grass made a smile appear on her lips. Dreamer had never really taken to mowing either; she didn’t exactly have a green thumb. And at seeing the large willow she almost instantly started walking over to it. She loved those trees, but her movements were stopped as Hugo grabbed her again and pulled her back to him. Letting out a small surprised gasp she tripped backward into him, but at least didn’t land on her face which she gave a silent thanks for. Dreamer was then turned around and felt her lips captured by the charming man.

Once arms were wrapped around her waist and a hand pressed to her neck she tilted her head upward. The only response Dreamer had for this event been for her eyes to widen a fraction. Then her instincts kicked in and she instantly started to struggle against him, place hands on his chest and pushing away from him a bit roughly. A frown was on her face as she looked up to Hugo, arching a brow and moving away in the process. “I’m sorry Hugo, but I’m not interested in you that way.” She responded, resisting the urge to wipe at her mouth with the back of a hand. Though she did have to admit that he was a very handsome gentleman and was attracted to him in some way, yes, but she didn’t exactly feel like getting into this right now. She hardly knew the guy, but would have liked to. So with a small sigh she turned away from him and pulled the back door open before walking through. “I think it’s best if I go now.” She mumbled, walking inside with a small wave of good-bye.

((Alittle short, sorry xP))

 

[Wreckles]

Hugo let Dreamer escape his holds just like he thought she would, watching her turn away from him and the meek wave of the hand as her figure disappeared inside. Letting out a puff of warm air that formed a smoke sphere into the chilly night Hugo became aware that he stood there with a stupid grin on his face and suffocated the urge to slap it out of him. "Not interested? You are such a bad liar Dreamer..." With that said he headed inside, he didn't even look for Dreamer, Adam was just getting back to his seat and had a similar grin on his countenance just like Hugo's. When the two friends locked eyes Adam opened his palm and revealed not one but two small metallic spark plugs. At this point Hugo could not and would not hinder the laughter building in his chest, it was clear that Adam had no idea which car belonged to Dreamer so he had taken safety measures of disabling not one but two cars. It was a tiny effort to remove and attach a spark plug but it was vital for the car, Hugo had effectively cut of Dreamer's escape route, if she proved to be too stubborn and not ask for his help or any derivative thereof, if she did not come back to him he would not bother anymore.

Adam walked up to Hugo and pressed the metallic pieces into his hand, "What makes her so special?" an eyebrow arched on Adam's face and Hugo replied - if with a somewhat lingering tone. "Woman's intuition." The stupid grin on his features returned and Adam mimicked it. "You're gambling way too much with such matters, someday it's gonna blow up in your face and cause some real damage." To this Hugo just nodded, knowing that it most likely would, but he was having too much fun with his current lifestyle that he did not want to deter from the path. His friend just shrugged with his shoulders and headed back to his girlfriend, with a quick glance to the door Hugo steered the course to the stereo and put on one of his favourite songs. Lateralus - Tool. Turning up the volume, he sank down in the couch opposite to Adam and fixated his eyes on the ceiling. Being fully aware of how mean he was to Dreamer, but he had to show her that he could outmaneuver people with his wit, in the back of his mind he had already decided that she was to be his although his methods were... Unorthodox.

((Back from vacation, and don't worry about the size, it looks good to me.))

 

[Dreamer-]

Dreamer made her way towards the front of the house, ignoring the protests of the people she would bump into on her way. Once by the door she grabbed her jacket and pulled it on, trying to ignore all the noise around her. It was mostly a buzzing sensation anyway. So once she had buttoned up the coat she pulls open the door and steps outside into the cool night air. Dreamer’s breath actively turned into clouds of fog in the chilly evening, and she pulled the caller around her neck closer to her skin so the cold wouldn’t have a chance. She then stepped down off the porch and headed towards her car, parked not too far away. While pulling the keys from her jean pocket she glanced over her shoulder for a moment, giving Hugo’s house another once-over. Though Dreamer only shook her head with a small sigh, unlocking the car while shaking her head.

And with the doors unlocked she slipped inside and pulled her seat belt over her chest. She turned the keys in the ignition and waiting for the engine to roar the life. Only, nothing happened only for a small squeal of the pipes. A frown instantly appeared on her face as she tried again, but in vain. “The hell?” She muttered to herself, continuously trying to get her car to start. After a couple minutes of nothing she growled and leaned back against her seat, hands still gripping the steering wheel tight. Dreamer had the faintest notion of slamming her head against it in frustration, but held the attempt. Of all times for her car to give out? Really, it has to be now? It was full on gas so that shouldn’t be the problem. Though she truthfully couldn’t come up with a good idea, not knowing a lot about cars nor caring to.

After sitting in the seat, just staring at the open space in front of her, Dreamer slowly got out of the car. With a small grumble she slapped the door shut and fished out her phone. She would now have to call a cab, hoping that she could get one anyway. Though, it shouldn’t be that hard. Along with her wallet to check the number and making sure she had enough cash on hand, she pulled out the cell. She then raised her head to look down the side of the road, wondering if she should just walk and have AAA pick up car in the morning. Though walking didn’t exactly strike her as a good idea just now, being in an unknown neighborhood she didn’t want to go on foot. So with a small sigh she called for a cab, wondering how long it would take them to arrive.

 

[Wreckles]

Inside the warm house Hugo had his eyes fixed on a empty beer can on the table in front of him like it was the most interesting thing in the world, rubbing his chin up and looking contemplative all the while. "We can do this dance forever." He muttered to himself, Dreamer was too stubborn or he had become inept at reading her signals. Looking up and surveying the scenery, most people were sitting and chatting, happy to spend their time in the company offered to them. Hugo gave Adam a quick glance while getting up, without warning he just bellowed out "ALRIGHT! Party's over, time to head home everyone." Adam who sat next to him jumped a little over the sudden outburst but he had effectively gotten everyone's attention, a couple of aaw's could be heard. Hugo's stride in his steps returned, it was not the most mirthful expression his countenance radiated but he knew what he wanted and it was time to take it, even if she was too stubborn or stupid to understand it yet.

Bumping a couple of unknown people out of the way while he headed for the entrance hall and out the door. He almost jogged out to the street, me - running after some girl as if this was some poorly written chick flick... The streets were poorly lit up and he squinted trying to locate his target, barely remembering what kind of car she had arrived in the first place. More than that did he not have time to think as a cab parked in front of him, the driver pulled down the window and with a murky voice asked him "You called a cab?" Now it was Hugo's turn to frown, but the silhouette of Dreamer came into view as an answer to the drivers question. She didn't look too happy to see Hugo again but he ignored her for now and just walked over to the drivers window and fished out a fifty dollar bill and pressed it in the drivers hand "No one called a cab". For a second the driver looked stupefied but quickly regained his composure. "It was a female voice calling..." Hugo sighed and snapped back the money and with the same motion leaned inside the vehicle and nimbly stole the keys to the ignition. The cab died down instantly and the driver had been so surprised by the sudden invasion that only now he was reacting "H-Hey! Give me those keys!" But it was too late, Hugo loaded up for a long shot and let out a little grunt as he flung the keys deep into the dark woods.

"Hope you've got good eyes." He told the driver and then pushed him out of his consciousness as he approached Dreamer who by the looks of her face did not appreciate his little joke as much as he did. "You don't get it do you? Although I suppose I can't blame you, it took me a long time to realize as well. They say people who have shared a traumatic event forms a strong bond with each other, although I'm not sure about the trauma, that would explain why I can't shake you out of my head." Almost automatically his hand reached towards her and took a form grip of her collar. "You're coming with me, and this time there is no going back." At this point they were interrupted by the now angry cab driver who had stepped out of his vehicle and focused his wrath on Hugo. "Hey asshole! You're gonna pay for that!" You could almost hear how he formed his hand into a fist and directed it towards Hugo who sidestepped nimbly and used the momentum of the man against him, with a viper's swiftness Hugo grabbed the man's jacket and delivered a knee to the man's crotch. There was no call of anguish, no vocals of pain from the cab drivers part, he just collapsed with his mouth formed like an O.

Turning to Dreamer again, perfectly calm despite the rude interruption, Hugo walked towards her and took a firm grip of her hair. If she would not follow then he would make her. A sudden presence of mind caused Hugo to chuckle at himself and what he was doing, he must have lost at least a portion of his mind as he started heading towards the only car she could have been coming from, with Dreamer - or her hair - in tow.