"Es mio," said one of the men. "Estas interesado?" He had friendly brown eyes and thick black hair. Rising, he handed his beer to one of his friends and walked down the steps towards the car.
Electa shrugged, following him. "Si, puede que si. Si me haces un burn precio, podria pagarte ahora mismo."
The two of them walked around the car, talking in quick-fire Spanish.

Vexin soon lost track of the conversation,it was a bit to fast for him,and soon he mentally felt around the emotions around this place for a bit,touching his metal band on his wrist again.

Five minutes of bartering later, Electa was counting out some bills from the envelope she's tucked into her jacket. The guy pocketed the money with a grin, handing over a key ring with a tiny set of fuzzy dice on it. "Gracias, amiga."
"Gracias," Electa said as they shook hands. She tossed her bag onto the backseat.

Vexin was still standing with his eyes closed,reaching and feeling through emotions that where around the place.He honestly had an addiction to the taste of emotions.Not that he'd say anything about that.

She noticed and stiffened, not liking that he was able to feel emotions so easily. It made her uneasy. "You done yet?"

He was jolted from his ... whatever he was doing and opened his eyes,nodding as he glanced back at her. He then walked over.

She closed the door and got in the driver's side. Black vinyl seats that were deep and cracked; a curved sweep of dashboard. "Highway robbery," said Electa under her breath, starting up the engine.

Vexin got fairly comfortable and shook himself off a bit to get rid of the feeling,and faint taste,of the emotions he'd been riffling through.

The car coughed once, and they pulled away from the curb, leaving the men on the brownstone steps behind.

Vexin kept stroking that bracelet a few times,staring down.