They say that love and This Thing of Ours don't mix, but I didn't care.  She was beautiful, and I fell in love with her the first day I laid eyes on her.  I would see her walking home from work while I was out making my collections for LucaRossi.  She wasn't the kind of lady you would see at the local Chicago night clubs or fine restaurants.  She was poor, the daughter of an immigrant butcher.  She helped her father with bills by working at the fish market.  She worked her fingers to the bone, her back and feet aching each day as she trodded home from work smelling like sardine asshole, day-dreaming of a better and easier life.  She looked weary and tired, but behind that look of exhaustion, she looked like an angel to me.  The market job kept her busy, too busy for a relationship.  Her only source of affection was laying in bed, slathering peanut butter onto her area and whistling for the pet dog.  I knew I could provide a better life for her.  I could provide finer things for her, a comfortable lifestyle.  Her father of course would oppose, I was a criminal.  But I would prove to him that I was worthy and decent man.  Eventually he would learn to accept me.  He would accept or else.  I bought a bouquet of roses and knocked on her apartment door....

"Hello" I said as she opened the door, tipping my fedora hat.  "My name is..."

"I know who you are," she said, smiling.  "You're Poopship_Destroyer."

I asked her if she would like to take a walk with me.  She said yes.  We walked and talked all night, then me and a friend tag-teamed her.  Years later we got married.  Eventually I bought her a house on the outskirts of Chicago.  She quit the fish market and hasn't worked since.  She wear pearls and expensive dresses and jewelry now, and we dine at the finest restaurants.  At night before bed we sip wine and look up at the stars together, then fall asleep in each others arms.  As far as my friend, the one that tag-teamed her with me, we don't really hang out anymore.  It's too awkward. 

Sits back cracking open a beer. Smiling as lifted his helmet just above his lips to sip it.

"Hot damn that escalated quite quickly."

LucaRossi was proud to hear the romantic story between his associate and wife. Finding true love was surely one of the great pleasures in life. However Luca quickly remembered the time Poopship_Destroyer and him were out late at night. They had met together at a local speakeasy in Chicago. Poopship_Destroyer had brought a lady friend along with him. Luca was hoping to meet someone that night, just like all the other nights before this one. Luca had a thing for brunettes with similar tastes of humor to his. He had a hard time finding someone...

Luca didn't remember too much from the night before other than waking up in a bed with two other people. One of them was the woman that Poopship_Destroyer brought with him that night. The other... Poopship_Destroyer.

"You know... I think you are right. This is way too awkward."