"At Vermil's Mansion? Probably not, there's always people there ever since it became a historic landmark or whatever." Eric replied, his mind still not full set on just the trip ahead of them. "Who know's though? Maybe the ghosts have been waiting for a girl like you to come waltzing through their door! Haha, I kid I kid."

Suddenly Sara put her hand on his thigh and gave him a warm compliment that caught him a bit off guard, smiling back at her while shooting a playful wink, the only reply he could make as he pulled into the surprisingly busy traffic heading out of town. Only a few moments passed before she asked him a question about college, a topic they and their friends had been having since he said he wouldn't be attending courses at Champion State, but instead would be entering into a film program at Corporal Junior College. 

"You know that CS doesn't have much in the way of theatre or film making programs, which is the only thing I really want to major in. I'll only be a little over an hour away, we'll still be able to meet up and stuff." he said through a smile, trying his best to avoid this taking the more sullen turn it usually led to when discussing his decision with her. However, she seemed content with his answer and went back to looking at the map, kicking back as she did so.

He couldn't help checking out her long tan legs as she stretched them onto the dashboard, a slight shiver running down his spine as he imagined being between them, looking down on her as he claimed her as his. The thought was torn for just a moment as Sara suddenly switched the radio station, a saving grace as he realized he had become a little heated at his own imagination. Hitting the AC up a bit, Eric looked out at one of the turn off signs by the side of the road, "Vermil Mansion & History Museum next exit" read out in bold white letters against the bright green sign. Making his way down the exit, Eric slowed the car, pointing a finger forward as he pulled into a rather large and ornate parking lot.

"There it is, in all it's old creepy glory. Just like our math teacher, Mr. Johns, the one with the glass eye and awesome convertible." he said with a tone that was meant to sound serious, but oozed with sarcasm. 

There weren't many cars in the parking lot, only a dozen or so, though that was to be expected being they had arrived at 4 in the afternoon which was only 3 hours from closing. He parked near the front by the "Authentic Vermil Gift Shop", at least that's what the sign claimed it to be, reaching underneath his seat to get the steering wheel lock his father had gotten him into the habit of using. Though God know's who'd want to steal his old piece of shit station wagon.

Once the lock was in place he hopped out of the car and not-so-smoothly slid across the hood, opening Sara's door before she had gotten her shoes back on. 

"Here we are, mon cheri, your mansion!" Eric said in a horribly faux Frenchman accent, bowing and extending his arms like a butler from an old movie.