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Isaiah nodded his head "your lucky to have siblings I assume they keep life interesting at times" being an only Childe Isaiah wouldn't know about it so he could only guess how much trouble he siblings could get in to."oh I wan't to show you something and see if you can rebuild the engine from scratch" Isaiah pulled up a picture of an original 1969 Shelby Mustang.
 
"Oh yeah. Currently one of my brothers is coped up in a hospital after assholes decided to shoot out his knees. He was technically dead...until Gio managed to get his heart beating again. That kid is a genius when it comes to medical anything." Camille spoke before she was deciding to down the rest of her mixed drink. Man it would probably fuck her over with it still being half full, but she did it anyhow. Good thing she could hold her liquor, but damn was she already tipsy. The female studied the picture for a moment in time before she was giving a faint whistle before she spoke in a coo, "Oh so beautiful. And fuck yeah I can rebuild an engine from scratch. There ain't no car a match for me."
 
"good cause I am nearly done with the body work she just needs to be pained but the electrical and engine work hadn't even been started" Isaiah figured if she could do it and do it right then the work was hers. Isaiah had four more cars to repair and redo still and he wanted to get a move on them the worst was an original jag that had been in a wreak and totaled out that he was hoping to fix
 
Camille was giving a intoxicated giggle before she was grabbing his hands then spoke, "Follow me." Okay she could still walk in a semi-straight line which was a good thing. Where was she leading him? To her bedroom where she had a few scrapbooks that he could look at. Cars before and after. There were a number of images of engines before and after she got to them as well. And there were a few of them that one had to wonder how the hell she had managed to fix them up or anything.
 
Isaiah chuckled a little as she staggered around in front of him "you should stop drinking now you know" while he found her cute while drunk he wasn't stupid enough to say so
 
"Nah. I should but I don't want to. And if anything I've had two glasses of almost straight up rum. Only like a third of that cup is coke and the rest is rum." Camille spoke before she was going over to her bookshelf and rifling through stuff before she was finding what she wanted, and handed it over to him.
 
"you really should if you want to go to the warehouse to night to see where is there I think you would love it there" Isaiah would direct or given her current intoxication level would most likely drive her there since he wanted to make it in one piece
 
"Dude working on cars intoxicated is so freaking easy." Camille scoffed after a moment in time before she was drifting into the bathroom to wash paint off of her face. Nope she didn't care about her clothes, her hair, or the rest of her skin. Especially if she was going to be around other cars, and decided that she was going to get down and dirty.
 
"that maybe true but these are not your cars they are mine and I would like it if you were at least somewhat sober" Isaiah had some rather old cars that he didn't want dinged up or damaged accidentally
 
"And last time I checked I never agreed to come over to the warehouse place tonight anyways." Camille spoke before she was twirling on her foot to face him, shockingly able to stay on her feet. Although she was leaving the room to grab her cell phone when it went off. A call from Giovanni it seemed. "I'm at my place." she mumbled into the phone. "Yes I am intoxicated.... and what you mea.... Alright thanks." she spoke before hanging up and looking back at Isaiah for a moment in time. "So serious question. What was your mission?" she questioned after a moment in time. It would appear that his phone had gotten tapped, so they had seen the brief messages from earlier.
 
"to get close to your bosses but when they decided to blow us all up that pretty much pissed me off that and things weren't quite adding up either" Isaiah had had a feeling that his phone had been bugged but he hadn't had the time to check to be sure with out raiding questions
 
Camille tsked him for a brief moment in time before she spoke, "That wouldn't have been all that easy to do. Because both of them are rather un-trusting of people. One doesn't trust you, and neither does the other usually."
 
"I knew that but like I said after the bomb I figured they were on their own" Isaiah shook his head a little as flashbacks form his tour over seas went through his head
 
Camille was giving a snicker before she cooed, "Give me a name and an address..... I'll go and pay a visit." With that she was plopping down on her couch and throwing her hands up in the air, just falling back into the couch cushions.
 
"not now" Isaiah wasn't meaning to become snappy or rude but the flashes were never good "sorry to do this but I need to get home now"Isaiah had a safe zone where he could safely wait out the episode with out the fear of doing something stupid and dangerous that could hurt him or others
 
Camille just got to her feet after a moment in time, somehow managing to avoid kicking the table before she was going over and wrapping her arms around him. "Come and sit next to me. Talk to me. I will help you. Because if you are having an episode then it isn't any safer for you to be driving than me." she cooed before she was actually pulling him towards the couch with her. Although that ended up in a rather awkward situation with her tripping over her own feet and falling backwards onto the ground, thankfully she had let him go at that point in time.
 
"taxi was gonna take a taxi" Isaiah flinched when she landed and while it wasn't a true banging sound it was enough to make things worse. Isaiah then turned he needed to getup of there to somewhere safe somewhere he couldn't be hurt
 
Camille just watched for a moment before she was grabbing her phone and calling Anthony who was grunting something into the phone. "Yo you bu.... Why does it sound like there is yelling down there?" she questioned as she was sitting up before scoffing a bit then spoke, "Yeah I'll come down in a bit. I need you to call a ta..." Not that she got really far when there was a noise of him dropping the phone and she was giving a groan before she spoke, "I hate people." With that she got to her feet and was disappearing to her room to grab something then prancing back out and grabbing his hand. "Come on. I'll walk you out, and give you a ride." she spoke. Man did she sober up fucking fast.
 
Isaiah grumbled a little but his mind was reading fast and soon he would be a danger to them all if he was startled. Isaiah looked around as they left the apartment early following her but not really seeing what was going on around him
 
"You need to calm down and breath." Camille spoke after a moment in time her voice more of a soft hush at that point in time. Soon enough they were stepping onto the elevator and riding it down. The moment that they got to the first floor, the yelling could be heard as soon as the doors opened. "Would you all shut the fuck up!" Camille snapped as she strode off the elevator already a knife being pulled out of her boot and held to the neck of the man that decided to glare at her. "Remember this well. This is my area, you cause problems here again and I'll not hesitate to cut you down. I'm not like some females, and squeamish of blood. Not stop being little pussies and causing problems because you aren't getting your fucking way." she spoke in a calm voice, her eyes holding no expression whatsoever. "My bitch of a girlfriend doe...." the man started which had her rolling her eyes before she spoke, "Ex-Girlfriend you abusive piece of shit. She broke up with you months ago because you were beating on her. I would know. I'm the one who allowed her to move in here... since I own the damn apartment complex itself."
 
Isaiah looked around more freaked out then anything only to go with one of the guys who gently took him to a room painted a muted yellow. after settling in the corner and watching as the door was closed and all outside noise ws canceled out did he begin to calm down.
 
Camille was definitely irked at that point in time, as she stood with her arms folded across her chest just glaring at the man. Thankfully he was smart enough to eventually leave and she mumbled something under her breath as she slipped her knife back into her boot sheath.
 
the male who had helped Isaiah looked at her "I put your boyfriend in the isolation room that we had made for Jamie and he seem's to be calming down. Jamie was the males younger sister who had been at school when the gym was blown up having been close she suffered from a mild case of PTSD but they had a room like this any where she went with in the group simply to help keep her calm should she have an episode
 
"Not my boyfriend. Just met him earlier when he decided to try and attack us in front of the club. But was smart and decided to join us instead." Camille spoke before she was answering her phone as it rang to hear from the doctor that Eric was doing far better. That was wonderful to hear.
 
the male nodded his head "if he is skilled enough for you to trust after one meeting in your home he might be a keeper for you Camille" the male then brought up the security footage for her to see and then looked at her "should I call the doc in and see if she can help him or do you want me to kill the feed and you go in"
 
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