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James climbed into the back seat of the Bugatti, repeating what Alan had said, "Modify?" He asked, "Why would you want to modify this beast? Sure chain guns and missle launchers are nice... But this car is nicer." He said, stretching out in the backseat. At least he had knee room back there...

"Should I punch you or something?"

A strange question that made James laugh audibly. "It doesn't work that way, Charles," He said, using a different nickname. She had been calling him Jimmy all night afterall. "I'd only be bruised by the time I get my comeuppance. I'd rather not be bruised. It hurts... And that's bad," He said as the engine roared to life. In the backseat, James shivered a little bit as the gasoline engine growled. Then they were off. Charlie asked directions to his house, which was responded by simple "Right, left, left, right," Answers. Soon enough, they came up to the final corner to James house... But something was off. There was smoke in the night sky. This set James on edge as they rounded the corner and faced...

Nothing.

Nothing but ash. James apartment complex was burned down, the ruins still smoldering. James pushed up on Alan's seat and opened his door for him to get out and get a better look. Yeah, that was his apartment building... Yup, it was ash... And everything inside of it. Thing was, he didn't miss it, it never really felt like home. He could easily get another apartment in due time, as James always made a habit of carrying around his cash on him. However, what James did miss was the trinkets he had... The tribal masks, idols, statuettes. All of that. He also missed his various ties and vests...

He leaned against Charlie's car and looked up, towards where the smoke drifted off and shook his head. "You magnificent bitch," he said, of course referring to his luck, "That's... Just mean," He said simply. For some reason, his thoughts drifted to an investment he should had made once, long ago... "Why in the hell didn't I get that fireproof safe?" He asked. He shook his head and peaked in the Bugatti.

"I would offer you my bathroom Charlotte... But it looks like I don't have one anymore," he said, a bit of gritty humor in his voice. The smoke lazily drifting away... Oh well, it was for a good cause, wasn't it? However, that did mean that Luck and him was even, yet again, and perhaps that made him even with Charlie as well. "I guess... We can go on over to the restaurant then... Unless you have another friend who lives on this side of town?" He asked.