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She raised an brow at Andy and said, “Really now? I’ll keep that in mind.” She smiled slightly at Daryl and bit her lip. She looks down, going all shy. She looks up when he leaves, giving him small smile. “Don’t worry. I didn’t catch it… Well at least I tried to ignore it, anyway.” She shrugged. “Same difference. As to where we were in the conversation, you were wondering if I wanted to go get a ‘drink somewhere or something’ with you.”

[Don’t worry about it. Take however long you like.]

By the look on her face he’d have to say that she probably did get a peek into his brother’s head and his plans for the night. His own however were still a bit shaky. The right side of his mouth quirks up in a little smile and he dips his head down to meet her gaze. “You sure you want to remind me of that? I think my brother might have changed your mind about me. We’re the good guys, despite what bad thoughts you might have seen. Although that might not be a very comforting thought now that I think about it.” He glances back over his shoulder watching Andy stroll away with his hand on some leggy blond’s ass and laughs.

Her eyes flicker to his for a moment and then she looks down, biting her lip again. “Yes. I’m sure I want to remind you. It takes a lot to make me change my mind about someone. And Good, bad, neutral, it’s all the same for me. I don’t technically have a side.” She shrugged, arms crossed and still looking down. She heard him laugh and smiled at the ground, even though no one could see it.

If she could do the things she claimed and wasn’t on the same side as he was then that was another not so comforting thought. Something about that made him suddenly wary of her, but it didn’t lessen the attraction, just the manner in which he proceeded. Watching how shy she’d become he feels a little less concerned that she was someone outright evil, but bad people came in all forms. Still, it was rather endearing to see her like this. He leans over and playfully bumps her shoulder with his own. “You aren’t trying to hint that there might be a bad girl behind those baby blues now are you doll?” He gives a little chuckle and pats his pockets. “I don’t need to hide my wallet or anything now do I? Who knows what other tricks you have up your sleeves.”

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She looks down, smiling slightly. “I don’t really go to parties.” When he asked her if she wanted to get a drink she looked at him, the blush deepening. “I…” Luckily she was saved from answering with another man walking on.
She watched their conversation with wide eyes, tying to figure out if she could trust them completely or not.
She gives a little jump when Andy laughs, not really expecting it. “Thanks, and yes, like the car.” She says a little quietly, shaking his hand.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Nova.- With your sweet little accent and all. My brother tell you he’s a sucker for a pretty gal with an accent?” Andy gives her a warm smile and pats his brother on the back. “Don’t worry though, I’m not going to be a party crasher. I just was going to tell you that I’m heading out for some ‘alone time’. Alright man?” He fishes his truck keys out of Daryl’s jacket pocket and heads out giving Nova a little nod and wink. “Have fun kiddies.”

Daryl turns back to her with a tight lipped smile. “A- sorry about that. And if you really are a mind reader. Please don’t tell me you heard what his ‘alone time’ consists of, because I’m fairly certain it’s not spent alone.” Daryl sighs and kind of chuckles. “Where were we again?”

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She raised an brow at Andy and said, “Really now? I’ll keep that in mind.” She smiled slightly at Daryl and bit her lip. She looks down, going all shy. She looks up when he leaves, giving him small smile. “Don’t worry. I didn’t catch it… Well at least I tried to ignore it, anyway.” She shrugged. “Same difference. As to where we were in the conversation, you were wondering if I wanted to go get a ‘drink somewhere or something’ with you.”

[Don’t worry about it. Take however long you like.]

By the look on her face he’d have to say that she probably did get a peek into his brother’s head and his plans for the night. His own however were still a bit shaky. The right side of his mouth quirks up in a little smile and he dips his head down to meet her gaze. “You sure you want to remind me of that? I think my brother might have changed your mind about me. We’re the good guys, despite what bad thoughts you might have seen. Although that might not be a very comforting thought now that I think about it.” He glances back over his shoulder watching Andy stroll away with his hand on some leggy blond’s ass and laughs.

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“Hello. Who might you be, sir?”

He pulled his rag from his back pocket and wiped the grime from his hands. “Hey yourself. Name’s Donovan, Daryl Donovan and my brother Andy is somewhere around here.” He extends a hand and gives her a smirk. “Who might you be doll?”

She gives him a small smile and shakes his hand. “My name is Nova. Nova Ride. Pleasure to meet you.”

Daryl smiles then pulls out a cigarette, lights it and takes a drag. “Nova- like the car. I like it. You’re not from around here are you Nova?”

“Thanks. And no, I’m from England. Came over here a few weeks ago, hoping for a fresh start. Looks like I’ve found it.” She smiled and crossed her arms.

“England huh? What can I say about the Brits? They make damn good beer. Better than the piss water we make here.” He smiles again and leans forward. “Guess you have, and I also guess that’s why you have such a cute little accent.”

“The beer is pretty good over there, I must admit. But I’m not one for drinking, really. Messes up my abilities. I don’t really like seeing what people are thinking when their drunk… And my accent is not cute.” She said with a smile.

That was an interesting confession. He’d never met a telepath and wondered if her abilities would even work on him with his magical problem. Normally the idea of someone reading his thoughts would concern him because of what might happen if certain people learned of his condition. She seemed harmless enough, and she didn’t seem to be trying to hide anything. He relaxed and smiled at her. “That sounds like problem. Tell me though, can you see what I’m thinking about right now.”

“I can, if I try. But I’m not rude enough to invade someones mind. Besides, telepathy is only one of my abilities. Though it might almost be my most impressive.” She smiled and looked down slightly, confused at why she was telling him all of this when it could put her in danger.

He shook his head. Of course she couldn’t read his mind she was probably some psychic friend type of gypsy con-woman. She had the look to her.”Well since you didn’t want to invade my privacy and all, I’ll tell you what I was thinking.”He looks her over. “I was thinking you are right. Your accent isn’t cute. It’s fucking sexy.”

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“Hello. Who might you be, sir?”

He pulled his rag from his back pocket and wiped the grime from his hands. “Hey yourself. Name’s Donovan, Daryl Donovan and my brother Andy is somewhere around here.” He extends a hand and gives her a smirk. “Who might you be doll?”

She gives him a small smile and shakes his hand. “My name is Nova. Nova Ride. Pleasure to meet you.”

Daryl smiles then pulls out a cigarette, lights it and takes a drag. “Nova- like the car. I like it. You’re not from around here are you Nova?”

“Thanks. And no, I’m from England. Came over here a few weeks ago, hoping for a fresh start. Looks like I’ve found it.” She smiled and crossed her arms.

“England huh? What can I say about the Brits? They make damn good beer. Better than the piss water we make here.” He smiles again and leans forward. “Guess you have, and I also guess that’s why you have such a cute little accent.”

“The beer is pretty good over there, I must admit. But I’m not one for drinking, really. Messes up my abilities. I don’t really like seeing what people are thinking when their drunk… And my accent is not cute.” She said with a smile.

That was an interesting confession. He’d never met a telepath and wondered if her abilities would even work on him with his magical problem. Normally the idea of someone reading his thoughts would concern him because of what might happen if certain people learned of his condition. She seemed harmless enough, and she didn’t seem to be trying to hide anything. He relaxed and smiled at her. “That sounds like problem. Tell me though, can you see what I’m thinking about right now.”

“I can, if I try. But I’m not rude enough to invade someones mind. Besides, telepathy is only one of my abilities. Though it might almost be my most impressive.” She smiled and looked down slightly, confused at why she was telling him all of this when it could put her in danger.

He shook his head. Of course she couldn’t read his mind she was probably some psychic friend type of gypsy con-woman. She had the look to her.”Well since you didn’t want to invade my privacy and all, I’ll tell you what I was thinking.”He looks her over. “I was thinking you are right. Your accent isn’t cute. It’s fucking sexy.”

She raised her eyebrows and smirked. “Right now, I know that your doubting that I’m a telepath or that what I’m saying is true, but it is. I’m a telepath, I’m telekinetic and I can use a certain type of energy to do all these really cool things… And I’m not going to believe what you said about my accent.” She smiled and moved her hands into her pockets.

Anyone would be disbelieving of her claims, even him, who’d see stranger things than most people. Her smile and shy actions were rather endearing though. Daryl burst out laughing.  He really didn’t believe her, although it would be great to see if the magic spell he had on him would effect a real mind reader. But he played along because she was quite entertaining and adorable.   “Why won’t you believe it? Can’t you read it right out of my head? I’m sure I’m projecting quite a few interesting and flattering things towards you. Or am I just too thick headed for you to get a good bead on?”

“But what if I were to prove to you that I really can do what I’m saying…” She pulled a pen out of her pocket and threw it up into the air. Looking at it, her eyes changed colour until the were a red that was so dark it was almost black. The pen began to glow with the exact same colour energy as it stopped midair. She made it move around a bit before bringing back down into her hand. Putting it back in her pocket she looked at him. “See?” She smiled slightly, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. “And I can read all those things loud and clear. You just can’t feel me doing it.”

Daryl watched her little performance with a grin. She sure was interesting, no doubt about that. However her proof could be some elaborate parlor trick. It wasn’t anything really extraordinary. Not when you think about all the beings he’s faced before. Still it’s something he’s never seen before. “I bet you’re a hit at parties.” He rubs his chin considering the possibilities. “You want to get a drink somewhere or something?”

Andy comes up to join his brother. “What man? You weren’t trying to sneak off with this lovely young lady and leave me here now were you D?” He gives his Daryl a bit of a punch to the arm. “Don’t be rude, make with the introductions bro.”

Daryl glares at Andy giving him the ‘fuck off- can’t you see I’m busy?’ look. He nods curtly at his brother and then back at Nova. “Andy, Nova. Nova, Andy. Happy now?”

Andy laughs and extends a warm hand towards the girl. “Hey there Nova. Nice name. Like the car huh?”

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“Hello. Who might you be, sir?”

He pulled his rag from his back pocket and wiped the grime from his hands. “Hey yourself. Name’s Donovan, Daryl Donovan and my brother Andy is somewhere around here.” He extends a hand and gives her a smirk. “Who might you be doll?”

She gives him a small smile and shakes his hand. “My name is Nova. Nova Ride. Pleasure to meet you.”

Daryl smiles then pulls out a cigarette, lights it and takes a drag. “Nova- like the car. I like it. You’re not from around here are you Nova?”

“Thanks. And no, I’m from England. Came over here a few weeks ago, hoping for a fresh start. Looks like I’ve found it.” She smiled and crossed her arms.

“England huh? What can I say about the Brits? They make damn good beer. Better than the piss water we make here.” He smiles again and leans forward. “Guess you have, and I also guess that’s why you have such a cute little accent.”

“The beer is pretty good over there, I must admit. But I’m not one for drinking, really. Messes up my abilities. I don’t really like seeing what people are thinking when their drunk… And my accent is not cute.” She said with a smile.

That was an interesting confession. He’d never met a telepath and wondered if her abilities would even work on him with his magical problem. Normally the idea of someone reading his thoughts would concern him because of what might happen if certain people learned of his condition. She seemed harmless enough, and she didn’t seem to be trying to hide anything. He relaxed and smiled at her. “That sounds like problem. Tell me though, can you see what I’m thinking about right now.”

“I can, if I try. But I’m not rude enough to invade someones mind. Besides, telepathy is only one of my abilities. Though it might almost be my most impressive.” She smiled and looked down slightly, confused at why she was telling him all of this when it could put her in danger.

He shook his head. Of course she couldn’t read his mind she was probably some psychic friend type of gypsy con-woman. She had the look to her.”Well since you didn’t want to invade my privacy and all, I’ll tell you what I was thinking.”He looks her over. “I was thinking you are right. Your accent isn’t cute. It’s fucking sexy.”

She raised her eyebrows and smirked. “Right now, I know that your doubting that I’m a telepath or that what I’m saying is true, but it is. I’m a telepath, I’m telekinetic and I can use a certain type of energy to do all these really cool things… And I’m not going to believe what you said about my accent.” She smiled and moved her hands into her pockets.

Anyone would be disbelieving of her claims, even him, who’d see stranger things than most people. Her smile and shy actions were rather endearing though. Daryl burst out laughing.  He really didn’t believe her, although it would be great to see if the magic spell he had on him would effect a real mind reader. But he played along because she was quite entertaining and adorable.   “Why won’t you believe it? Can’t you read it right out of my head? I’m sure I’m projecting quite a few interesting and flattering things towards you. Or am I just too thick headed for you to get a good bead on?”

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“Hello. Who might you be, sir?”

He pulled his rag from his back pocket and wiped the grime from his hands. “Hey yourself. Name’s Donovan, Daryl Donovan and my brother Andy is somewhere around here.” He extends a hand and gives her a smirk. “Who might you be doll?”

She gives him a small smile and shakes his hand. “My name is Nova. Nova Ride. Pleasure to meet you.”

Daryl smiles then pulls out a cigarette, lights it and takes a drag. “Nova- like the car. I like it. You’re not from around here are you Nova?”

“Thanks. And no, I’m from England. Came over here a few weeks ago, hoping for a fresh start. Looks like I’ve found it.” She smiled and crossed her arms.

“England huh? What can I say about the Brits? They make damn good beer. Better than the piss water we make here.” He smiles again and leans forward. “Guess you have, and I also guess that’s why you have such a cute little accent.”

“The beer is pretty good over there, I must admit. But I’m not one for drinking, really. Messes up my abilities. I don’t really like seeing what people are thinking when their drunk… And my accent is not cute.” She said with a smile.

That was an interesting confession. He’d never met a telepath and wondered if her abilities would even work on him with his magical problem. Normally the idea of someone reading his thoughts would concern him because of what might happen if certain people learned of his condition. She seemed harmless enough, and she didn’t seem to be trying to hide anything. He relaxed and smiled at her. “That sounds like problem. Tell me though, can you see what I’m thinking about right now.”

“I can, if I try. But I’m not rude enough to invade someones mind. Besides, telepathy is only one of my abilities. Though it might almost be my most impressive.” She smiled and looked down slightly, confused at why she was telling him all of this when it could put her in danger.

He shook his head. Of course she couldn’t read his mind she was probably some psychic friend type of gypsy con-woman. She had the look to her.”Well since you didn’t want to invade my privacy and all, I’ll tell you what I was thinking.”He looks her over. “I was thinking you are right. Your accent isn’t cute. It’s fucking sexy.”

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“Hello. Who might you be, sir?”

He pulled his rag from his back pocket and wiped the grime from his hands. “Hey yourself. Name’s Donovan, Daryl Donovan and my brother Andy is somewhere around here.” He extends a hand and gives her a smirk. “Who might you be doll?”

She gives him a small smile and shakes his hand. “My name is Nova. Nova Ride. Pleasure to meet you.”

Daryl smiles then pulls out a cigarette, lights it and takes a drag. “Nova- like the car. I like it. You’re not from around here are you Nova?”

“Thanks. And no, I’m from England. Came over here a few weeks ago, hoping for a fresh start. Looks like I’ve found it.” She smiled and crossed her arms.

“England huh? What can I say about the Brits? They make damn good beer. Better than the piss water we make here.” He smiles again and leans forward. “Guess you have, and I also guess that’s why you have such a cute little accent.”

“The beer is pretty good over there, I must admit. But I’m not one for drinking, really. Messes up my abilities. I don’t really like seeing what people are thinking when their drunk… And my accent is not cute.” She said with a smile.

That was an interesting confession. He’d never met a telepath and wondered if her abilities would even work on him with his magical problem. Normally the idea of someone reading his thoughts would concern him because of what might happen if certain people learned of his condition. She seemed harmless enough, and she didn’t seem to be trying to hide anything. He relaxed and smiled at her. “That sounds like problem. Tell me though, can you see what I’m thinking about right now.”

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“Hello. Who might you be, sir?”

He pulled his rag from his back pocket and wiped the grime from his hands. “Hey yourself. Name’s Donovan, Daryl Donovan and my brother Andy is somewhere around here.” He extends a hand and gives her a smirk. “Who might you be doll?”

She gives him a small smile and shakes his hand. “My name is Nova. Nova Ride. Pleasure to meet you.”

Daryl smiles then pulls out a cigarette, lights it and takes a drag. “Nova- like the car. I like it. You’re not from around here are you Nova?”

“Thanks. And no, I’m from England. Came over here a few weeks ago, hoping for a fresh start. Looks like I’ve found it.” She smiled and crossed her arms.

"England huh? What can I say about the Brits? They make damn good beer. Better than the piss water we make here." He smiles again and leans forward. "Guess you have, and I also guess that’s why you have such a cute little accent."

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“Hello. Who might you be, sir?”

He pulled his rag from his back pocket and wiped the grime from his hands. “Hey yourself. Name’s Donovan, Daryl Donovan and my brother Andy is somewhere around here.” He extends a hand and gives her a smirk. “Who might you be doll?”

She gives him a small smile and shakes his hand. “My name is Nova. Nova Ride. Pleasure to meet you.”

Daryl smiles then pulls out a cigarette, lights it and takes a drag. “Nova- like the car. I like it. You’re not from around here are you Nova?”

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“Hello. Who might you be, sir?”

He pulled his rag from his back pocket and wiped the grime from his hands. “Hey yourself. Name’s Donovan, Daryl Donovan and my brother Andy is somewhere around here.” He extends a hand and gives her a smirk. “Who might you be doll?”