As she was told as a child, it is always hard to find good help. thats why her idiotic driver decided to meander through the worst part of town. Of course, as luck would have it, his car broke down. He is incredibly apologetic, practically begging for her not to tell her Cousin or anyone else about this. He grabs her hand, but she snarls jerking back. There is a change in the wind, there is a very paletable tension growing around them. This flower is known for her unpredictable mood swings and possible violent outbursts.
"Just get us the fuck out of here you pathetic peon," she growls. the ghoul quickly scurries off, leaving Natasha standing beside her car. She scans her surrounding, so this was the famous Rape Street Park. It was horrible, disgusting and full of pathetic homeless people. She wanted to scream at an old man shambling by her to get a fucking job. She doesn't, instead she stares him down. She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. She feels she to good to be standing on the same soil as these worthless, lost little sheep. The ghoul peeks at her from over the opened hood nervously.
"Miss....Miss Natasha," he simpers gaining a smouldering evil look from Natasha. He slinks back some. "I'll be done in a few more minutes."
"Hurry the fuck up," she snaps sharply. Like a beaten dog, the ghoul shies back and quickly returns to work. She sighs, reaching into her gucci bag to pull out a blackberry phone. She scans through her numbers and sighs. No reason to call anyone just yet, she knew her ghoul was quite capable of fixing what he breaks. But, she keeps the phone out just in case.

Curiosity kills Toreador as often as it kills cats.

Natasha may or may not pay any attention to the White Lexus that passes but it will circle the block and come back, parking ahead of her car.

The man who gets out is wearing a fine suit and has very short brown hair. He wears designer glasses but in truth has no need of them.

He outright ignores Natasha's driver and instead will address her as he appraoches her vehicle.

'Stranded a long way from home arent we my dear?..'

She smiles seeing the lexus return again. She stands up from leaning against her car and straightens the mink stole around her shoulders. Her fashion is very retro, with a fitted, tailored jacket with wide, round gold buttons. The jacket is made from black brocade. Hugging her hips and thighs is a stygian black pencil skirt, stopping just above her knees. Her hair is curled and bobbed, so that her bangs sweep across her forhead ending in an elegant, flat curl upon her temple. The rest of her hair is left to fall, and the ends are curled under. She wears a small vintage hat with fine onyx netting pulled down just to the tip of her nose. Black gloves grace her hands and on her feet are black, peep toe heels.
She must suddenly be in a good mood because she smiles so sweetly to the man infront of her.
"Fairly far away. And would luck have it that a good samaritan like you would stop. Shall I assume you wish to offer some assistance, because if so," she steps closer to him. "it would be greatly appreciated."
The driver stop and snarls, he throws down the greasy rag and stalks up to the man and Natasha.
"Hey man, fuck off! I ain't supposed to let no one near Miss Milliner."
She turns her gaze to the driver, if looks could kill.
"Shut up Doug, no one asked for the opinion of a blithering idiot such as yourself," she snarls. Doug jumps back like he had just been bitchslapped and slinks off to the car. Natasha looks to the gentleman before her. No sooner did Doug leave, that her charming, sweet smile had returned.
"My apologies, the help does not seem to know their place."
She reaches into her back, pulling out a cigarette case. She opens it, bringing a clove to her lips...

This well dressed stranger had turned on the driver with almost as fierce a look as Natasha had. Only he might have actually backhanded the man had he attempted to lay a greasy finger on him.

'I know your troubles.' He comments.. glancing at his own driver, who remained in the Lexus with his hands at a perfect 10 and 2...

'My name is Thomas Arturo, i dont believe ive had the pleasure..'

He says, extending his hand. His handsome face betraying a slight grin. Perhaps he knows something of this girl, or more specifically where she came from.

"Hmm, Thomas Arturo, I am Natasha Milliner," she says as she takes his hand gently and in a womanly manner. She wasn't sure if the man knew her or not, but she didn't bring it up. "I don't suppose I could trouble you for a ride. This place is not so accomidating, especially for us pretty people."
She smiles to him, "Maybe we could go get a drink, get to know each other better."
"Miss Milliner, I don't think..." But Natasha cuts him of with, "I don't pay you to think Doug!"
She clears her throat and looks back to Thomas.
"So, what do you think?"

A dashing gentleman awaits Mr. Arturo's beck and call while standing and waiting the return of Mr. Arturo to his vehicle.

Alex is standing by the rear door of the pristine white car, sporting black leather drivng gloves this evening, and a perfectly tailored dark suit.  Alex is understandably wary of surroundings of Mr. Arturo and company given their current location, and keeps a close eye on any movement that isn't this dashing woman or her servant.

'You've read my mind.' Thomas tells her, casting one last glare at her greasy driver before offering his arm in a most gentlemanly manner.

Alexi knows the drill, and surely has seen enough to know not to address this woman.

Doug has a wary of this new fellow Natasha was leaving with. He comes back from behind the car, darting toward Natasha and Thomas. But reels back knowing the beating he would get if he interviened. He steps back to work on the car. Natasha gingerly takes his arm, her's snaking around his. She lets him lead her into the car. Doug knows to return home, Natahsa is a big girl and can take care of herself.

Alexi will silently open the door for Natasha and Thomas to sit in the back of the car. The interior immaculately sterile and absurdly luxurious.

When Alexi gets in Thomas will tell him: 'Downtown, Alexi.'

After this he turns his full attention back to Natasha.

'Tell me about yourself Miss Milliner..'  

"Well, lets start with that you can call me Natasha. Hmm, I am a virgo, my favorite color is red and I like gucci and versace," she says with a teasing smile. "I'm also the owner of Barely There Cosmetics."
It would make sense that a young fashionista such as herself would have a cosmetics company.

'So i was right to assume you were more than just a pretty face.'

Thomas leans a moment to watch Natashas driver and car dissapear behind them.

'And your from the lakeside estates if im not mistaken?..'

"Yes, I stay there sometimes. Most of my cousins live up there," she says, her eyes glinting over as her car fades into the distance.
"So handsome, where to?" she reaches out and smoothes out his necktie. "I'm all yours." A wicked smirk creeps across her lips.

The drive back to the downtown area of Sanfield might take slightly longer than usual.  This is not Alexi's first time driving women of such caliber and he is well aware of the delicacies of the conversations being held behind him.  Alexi will take different streets, side roads, and other means to avoid bumpy roads, construction areas, or particularly ugly areas of town.  This will be easy enough for him having grown up in Sanfield and having driven Mr. Arturo from point to point before.

None of this is unusual to Alexi. He is either fully aware that Thomas has no idea how to drive a car, or that maybe he just thinks himself above piloting his own vehicle. This little game of -pick up the pretty stranger- is a dance they have been doing for a few decades at least...

'The night is young my dear.'

Thomas tells Natasha, returning a mischievious grin.

'Theres plenty of places to go show you off while your vehicle is repaired.'

What he means of course, is theres plenty of places for a Giovanni to be seen with a Toreador harpy, and the talk and looks will just be priceless.  

Showing her off does sound fun, but she's going to steer clear of her club. If her cousin found out, she'd probably never hear the end of it. But then again, Natasha has always been one to pusdh the limits, not break them. But just push them, see how far until a real consequence hits her.
She purrs softly, "Well, thats sounds like so much fun. But I have a feeling about you. I concider myself a very good judge of character...thats why I do not like most people. But you're lucky in that respects. I like you."

'Well, then this would be a terrible time to tell you im the winter street park rapist then wouldnt it?..'

Arturo teases, leaning forward just a moment to point out an establishment to Alexi. The Smokers lounge that just opened a few nights ago...

'Drop us out front if you would, Alexi.'

"Of course Sir, will You or the stunning woman beside You be requiring a wrap or jacket this evening Sir"

Alex will detour through the side roads of town, allowing some scenic views of the mountainside in the process, all on the way to Captain Redundant's Smokers Parlor for Smokers.  

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(*thunks head* DOH!)
"Oh, so your the big bad rapists?" she chuckles lightly. She smiles lightly, looking over the smoker's lounge. Nice enough looking place.
"No, I'm fine," she tells Alexi.

"As You wish Ma'am"

Alexi will promptly stop and park the car directly in front of the smokers parlor before promply getting out of the car and opening the door, curb side, for the young lady and Mr. Arturo.

To Mr. Arturo..

"What time will You be needing pickup Sir, or shall I wait for Your call?"

'Give us half an hour, but dont stray too far.'

Thomas tells Alexi, once again offering his arm to Natasha.
Thomas's eyes roam, looking for one of the sheriffs telltale antique automobiles...