Reaper's tale

Soul collecting

Counting his 20, ooooo million souls collected to the under world Porsche goes out drinking with his death buddies in the living realm dressed as humans. One spark one look one smile is all it took for Porsche to fall in love with a stranger at the bar. His next client though he does not know it yet. Smiling back to him he thinks over whether he should go up to him and say hi. His friends see his helpless looks at the stranger and decide to push him towards the stranger "go get him Porsche good luck buddy" they all said together. Grunting from his friends antics he soon blushes when met with the gaze of the handsome stranger. "Hello stranger funny seeing you here" said vegas sarcastically, "my name is vegas I am twenty two years old wbu". Smiling Porsche says "funny stranger I am Porsche also twenty two years old" giggling like a school girl with a crush.  Laughing along with Porsche vegas smirks touching Porsches thigh, "fancy getting out of here with me", nervously Porsche looks back to his friends who all have goofy grins with their thumbs up. Sighing Porsche thought why I bother to look at them for approval. "Yeah let's go vegas" said Porsche seductively, and off they went disappearing into the midnight lit streets without a second thought.