It's a Start [Dylan]

[Dylan Black]

"I think he's mentally... well..." Dylan arched an eyebrow and nodded. Vincent definitely seemed like the kind of guy who should be on a register for being unable to account for his own actions. "He hasn't passed a class since he got to Hammel, so..." He trailed off then, leaving Leila to come to her own conclusions on said idiot.

When she spoke about the stock market, Dylan frowned and shook his head. "I've never really thought about it." He admitted. "I'm too concerned I'd put my money on something that'd crash and lose it all." And he couldn't afford that at all. The idea of being broke terrified him - he was pretty hand-to-mouth as it was. "But I dunno. If you think it's a good idea." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

He grumbled in response to her next comment, and shrugged his shoulders. He did just want a nice happy quiet life where no one bothered him and he was all alone. It seemed so weird, but that was how Dylan wanted it. "Mm." Was his short reply, as the car went along the road.

Still, she complimented the car, which made Dylan smile again and he glanced over. "Convertibles are nice, I can take the roof off this girl when it's a bit warmer." He moved his hands lovingly over the steering wheel. "Have you considered an older car? They can be really worth it with the restoration, if you like a project."

When Leila jumped out of the car, Dylan looked suspicious. She seemed fine now, but was all limpy earlier. He arched an eyebrow. "Yeah. Good luck at the doctors." He said rather abruptly, watching her all the way with a little huff. He'd just been taken for an idiot.

Stupid woman.

Bitterly grumbling, he pulled away from the surgery and silently vowed never to help sneaky women who slipped over in supermarkets ever again.

[Leila Gold]

"Well, there's something. If he's mentally disabled he can't necessarily be held accountable for his actions. But there's a difference between goofing off in class and actually having a handicap. You might want to figure out what's what there before going off on a guy." Though from the sound of it, this guy was probably just your average dickhead who didn't want to pay attention in school. That kind of case wouldn't have any problems.

"Well if you ever want some pointers, let me know. I know everyone's really freaked about the stock market right now, but if you're smart about it everything will be okay. You just have to know when to buy and when to sell. It's easy once you get the hang of it." Leila had been dealing with that sort of economics since she was about fifteen, so she'd developed certain instincts about what to go for. Her luck to date had been pretty good.

"I don't think I'd be able to take care of an older car. Not a nice one, anyway. I wouldn't know what to do with it. And I have a feeling I wouldn't appreciate it all that it's worth. Nah, better for me to have some basic clunker that just goes on down the road. But I can still like looking at a nice old car." And she sat back in the seat, closing her eyes and feeling the wind playing against her face.

She'd completely forgotten to fake her limp until Dylan drove away in a huff, at which point it was too late. "Darn it, and I was doing so well," she said to herself as she walked into the hospital. Oh well, at least she'd tried.