(Hours before talking with Verone at the diner)

Walter leaned muscled the hood back into place on his masterpeice, the custom shifting purple green paint job on the eclipse was amazing. He fell back wards into the engine hoist and relaxed. Four days sober now, he knew he couldn't take alcohol any more it was time for a change. He smiled at the irony as his C.D. picked up with Bad Company. He laughed as he began moving the seats back into the car, the man sang his self proclaimed theme song. "Now these town's they all know our names, the six gun's sound, is my claim to fame."

After a couple more hours the car was finshed and he took the time to smile at his work. The entire car screamed Joker to him, the purple and green tone, the ghost writing and even the vanity plate. The rechromed engine and parts had the hues in them too, it made him proud to have done something like this and not had to worry about hurting anyone, maybe when this was all done he could just pick up working at Brian's garage or something. Walter shrugged not really sure what he wanted to do yet, he knew he'd come out on top he always did but there was still that over abundant omni-presence of death he felt on his shoulders.

Calmly and cooly he walked to the mini fridge and pulled out a coke, he thumbed the cap off and took a swig. He didn't drink anymore but the next best thing was cola, always had been for him. With the back of his hand he wiped the sweat from his brow and looked out the garage door, he doubted Ree was anywhere near by, probably for the best though. He wondered what she was thinking about while he was gone, she'd have to be looking for something else or someone else with all this going on. He was still ticked about what he'd done to her by putting her through this but she had helped him out even when she saw him at his worse.

He blocked the thoughts out and returned his gaze to the car, he could see his warped reflection in the hub caps. The sick scar on his cheek making him have a perminant grin, the irony was not missed. If the boys could see him now, they'd laugh, kick his ass, then help him take down Carter and whoever his benifactor was. He'd have killed for anyone even the young techno geek Zea on his side right now.

Star slolwy pulled her car to a stop, and with a breath killed the engine and slipped from the car, her long legs bare due to the sun, with a soft sigh, she lifted her hand to brush through her long locks of hair and looked around, typical, she was eary and he was late, shaking her head she leant agaisnt her mustang and looked around.

She pushed away from her car and stepped further into the sun, her body leaning up agaisnt a tree as she waited patiently, her gaze wondering around, her dark eyes landed on a rugged looking man and an obvioulsy freashly done car, pretty good if she had to say so herself. She smiled, gave him a court nod before once more lookign around.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she quickly pulled it free of her short clad ass. "What do you mean you cant make it" She sighed, shaking her head, "His birthday is in a couple of days, the car's just waiting for the designs, your designs" Letting out another tired huff, she flipped the phone shut and let out a string of curse words.

Walter looked out of the garage with a raised eyebrow, he put his hands on the garage door and leaned forwards with his hands up. "Somethen wrong lass?" He barked out from the door and set the cola down, she was deffinantly a looker with legs that went all the way up. Carefully and subtly he made sure his .38 was tucked away in his belt line. He questioned himself for a moment, "Am I really this paranoid? Eh, Screw it." He picked up his cola and started towards the street.

Star turned her gaze to the man who she had noticed earlier, she smiled over at him, and sighed, running her hand through her long locks of hair, and pushed hereslf away from the tree.

"My brothers birthday" SHe shook her head, licking her lips as she slolwy looked him up and down, "I was meant to be collecting some deisgns so i can get his car painted, and the guy's let me down" She commented with a soft smile but her dark eyes were dancing with annoyance.

"Well, I'm not 'alf bad with a brush myself." He made grand sweep towards his garage, "Come and take a look? I got a few designs an a decent price. Just on call fer some other jobs." He said in his deep voice. "Names Jeremy by the way, whats yers lass?" He asked, turning and proceeding back inside. He walked past a few choppers and a half painted hummer. "Work fer the governer." He jerked a thumb towards it.

Star hesitated for half a moment before she nodded her head, "Thanks, i just need something ya know that will perk my bros enjoyment" She chuckled softly, "The work i can do myself" Her gaze wondered around the cars, and sighed, it was heaven, car heaven, she hadnt felt this free since working with her brothers on cars in their backyard.

She was also glad that she had been working the night before, it meant she actually had some money if this guy had anything worth her time, smileing brightly at him she offered him her hand. "Star" She stated licking her lips, as her gaze shifted over to the hummer. "Impressive"

"Work in progress, So Star eh? Short fer somethen?" He lead his way around to a giant shipping cart, he pulled out a stack of papers. "What were ya thinkin of? What type o'man is 'e?" He pulled a pencil from his pocket and spun it between his fingers. He spun a nearby chair to him and pushed one towards her.

Star nodded her head as she continued to follow him, "Fraid so." She muttered with a shake of her head, "Starlette" She muttered it was clear that she disliked the name, hell she hated it and still couldnt quite understand what her parents were thinking nameing it her.

"He's simple" She stated with a soft chuckle as she lowered herself down into the chair opposite him, her long legs crossing over each other. "I had my guy draw me up something with dragons maybe" She shook her head honestly she had know idea what Jay had finely decideing on doing.

"If it helps its an Evo one of the earlier mode, 6 or 7 i think, gonna be black when im done with her, so anything that can pop, something that will look good in silvers and whites, maybe a few hints of red here and there"

King looked up and smiled, "Well then, let me see if I have something already made." He sifted though the papers before pulling out four sheets paperclipped together. The hood was an omega shape made of mirrored dragon two heads with a connected body. The body was gradiated flames that worked up and shifted into a scales. "Is it going to be vinyl decal or just normal paint?" He laid out all four peices on the table, the side panels were dragons reaching over the front wheel well as if they were holding the wheels their tails covering the rear wheel well. The final part was was a full body design from the roof and trunk.

Star leaned forward her dark gaze locked upon the papers in front of her. For a breif moment she lifted her gaze, shifting it in the direction of Walter, and offered him a smile, "Paint, i prefer the finish" She stated with a soft smile. Licking her lips she turned her gaze back to the papers, lifting them so she could get a better look at them.

"How much" She questioned with a raised brow.

"Eh, Depends what color scheme ya want. Strait colors are cheaper, going with custom colors or shifting it goes up a bit. What were ya thinking about?" He eyed her up and down for a few moments trying to place where he recognized her from. It took a minute to pin it but his memory prevailed. She was one of the dancers at the club that Chrissy was from, he chucked for a second inside, small town. "I'm not going ta rip ya off though so dont worry about that. This is more of a hobby then a buisiness anyways."

Star licked her lips and draw her lip between her teeth, "I'd normally do it myself" She stated with a soft smile, "It tends to be cheaper that way" With a breath she turned her gaze back to the picutres, she was always good at copeing, actually comeing up with the designs tended to be impossible for her.

Her phone rang and turned her gaze to Jermey, "Scus me" She muttered, her gaze landed on the name on the screen and she furrowed her brow, lifting the phone to her ear she listened to the voice on the other end, "Carter its my night of" She muttered with a sigh, shaking her head she ran a hand through her hair, "No ill be there" Ending the call she turned her gaze over to the man with a smile. "Sorry bout that"

"Ah, Mr. Carter then, well guess that cover's the cost lass." He chuckled and shook his head. "What colors are ya looking fer then? It's on the house." He smiled looked her up and down, 'So Carter had a something something going on with this girl, well get it where you can.' He thought to himself wondering if she should emplore how deep their relation was.

Star turned her gaze over to the man, one arched brow raised in question, with a quick glance in his direction her brow furrowed. "You no Carter" She questioned, that couldt be good, with a sigh she shook her head.

"Ill pay, but thanks" She stated, her doing the work had gone right out of the window what with Carter calling her into work, on her night of, shaking her head she licked her lips. she hated anyone paying her way, she worked three jobs to make ends meat, Carter threw his money around at her, much to her annoyance, she wasnt going to allow a stranger to do the same.

"Irish hospitality, tis a favor. This ain't a job, it's a hobby." He smiled and put the remainder of the papers away. "But if ya insist, four hundred. 'at should cover the paint. Now what color ya wanten, are we doing a vented hood or solid?" he pulled out a fesh sheet of paper and began drawing an outline.

Star let out a soft sigh, shaking her head ever so slightly "Irish huh" Licking her lips she nodded her head, "Base is gonna be black, so silvers red's" She licked her lips as she turned her gaze back onto him.

"Vented, ill have the base colour on and ready for ya, all you would have to do is the design, she's stored at Torettos at the moment, i can move her here if ya want"