Roxy: Gorgeous, darlin'. The wrap-around deck makes me want to sit outside and smoke all night while listening to the birds.

Roxy: You need to invite me over. I want to press ALL THE BUTTONS.

Erich: it depends on the vehicle. I still have a r32 skyline stuck outside of Johnny's old place. The mud can be very unforgiving there. 600 up and all wheel drive did not help.

Erich: there is only one sensible thing to do,blow it up. If it can't take it,it can't stay.

erich: you can make all the import fans cry and turn it into a chicken coop. i think they'd rather you whiz in their faces than destroy that car. love the building,that's a venue i'd love to hang in. looks like the kinda place that would have fantastic acoustics and just ooze character.

Opened the door with a raised eyebrow. "You look like shit. Somebody didn't listen to good advice. Bet your feet hurt." He would not win the grand prize for best dressed at the moment. Seeing as his get up was a plaid work shirt, worn out jeans, and moccasins. He held the door open for her. "At least you made it one piece. Congrats for not getting lost." He gave her a wink and ushered her inside.

"Purposely deceptive you could say." He looked around a bit. "Not much here to mention. This is just the den pretty much. Fireplace and what not." So he kept walking through his house. Taking her through the kitchen and built in bar. "You know I have a kitchen. But I hardly use it." Opening the door that lead out from the kitchen into a window and screened in back porch. "Hot tub and an indoor grill. Filters out all the smoke. There's a bigger one outside on the wrap around deck. But it's too cold to go out and use it right now." He took her back inside and down stairs into the recording studio. "Just built in a separate lounge and bar to go with it. Got magazine covers and all that important stuff down here. There's one or two guest rooms down here as well. When I get around to it I hope to throw in an indoor pool. But it's not too impressive. Nicer than where I used to live."

"Don't plan on not living here any time soon. Unless by some freak accident the place burns down or explodes. That'd really suck. Anyway, you want a drink or something? You've been standing way too long so it's time for you to sit down and actually rest some. I still have a good impression to make if I haven't yet." He smirked and folded his arms across his chest whistling a bit.

"Suit yourself. But I can make most any liquor based drinks. Start throwing in fruit and getting fancy then I get lost." He smiled and sat down at the bar splaying his arms out on the table. A canvas of ink running up both sleeves. "I can hold my own to a point around a bar."