[@Old Amsterdam] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjg4LjlkMDlmYi5TMmx0WW1WeS4wAAAA/vtks-revolt.regular.png[/img][/center] Shit. Looking at his wallet all he got was a piece of paper for a location. He knew it well, only place that hadn’t kicked him out before. They didn’t seem to mind, they thought it brought them business. No money though, meant he had to suck up to his Mother. Passing grand marble halls towards the parking space, he was also scanning the Grand Church with his lavender coloured eyes to find his Mother. In luck she was standing in the main room. “Mother,” Kimber called out. She eyed him. “Kimber,” she replied. “I am in a hurry so I am going to speed up the process of sweetening you up before I ask for what I think you’re well aware of I am going to ask,” Kimber tells her, then sticks his hand in his coat to take out his squares and take out a smoke. Lighting it, “I do not need to remind me I am your only child. And that being in the UAA is a dangerous endeavor you worry that I’ll come back as a corpse.” he makes a speed up notion with his hand as if he’s fast forwarding him, “and with that very summarized attempt of trying to appeal to your empathy, I ask for fifty dollars.” She sighed. Handing him thirty dollars. “Your attempt was lackluster,” she told him. “I know right,” he tells her with a slight wink, “But it was out of love. Who wants to keep groveling the same way for money?” “Learn to grovel in a different way,” she tells him, “Just be safe.” Kimber inhales, then slowly exhales away from her. He laughs. “Yeah, when have I not been known for my safety,” Kimber tells her nonchalantly, “Safety is my middle name. Bar is my last. Dangerous is my first. Dangerous Safety.” “That’s an oxymoron,” “Is it?” he asked her, he shrugs. He gave her a lazy wave goodbye, before handing her the piece of paper of where he was going. He just winks at her before walking off towards the square they used as a parking square. There was a single limo, a few ugly vans, and then in all its bitching glory was the Purple Chariot. It sat gleamy in the sun, its purple glittery. Only thing that about worked right was the subwoofers. Could have some disruptive parties in the middle of the street, neighbors wouldn’t be mad because the sound system was rad, better yet they wouldn’t have to throw bricks into the windows to hear it better. Ha, he always liked those comments on MEtube. He had a USB radio installed of the old school one. One USB to rule the musical world. Sliding into the driver side, he had just gotten the Chariot a checkup and service. It shouldn’t cause him any problems this time. “Okay, do your magic for me,” he told the Purple Chariot, kissing the steering wheel before turning on the ignition the Chariot started up with no problems, “I love you. Only girl to stick around.” he tells the Chariot. There’s some fuzzy dice hanging from the center window, and a car freshener. In all the years he has owned this car he learned the mastery of not puking in it. Now, what to listen to? Flipping through the songs. He always loved a song that felt good to soar through the city at 80 miles per hour. Every time he did so he called the posers with their fancy cars, for some reason they thought he was part of something he was certain he didn’t sign up for. Unless he was really drunk that night and he didn’t know he signed up for that kind of way of breaking the law. Ah! A classic. [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTizNhAyqCU[/youtube][/center] Backing out of the parking space, he did a three point turn kicking up the dirt. Purple Chariot had an issue with catching grip with its sports tires on the dirt. But he managed to kick off, out of the Grand Church on the road. The road to the Church or to the City was devoid of any traffic just a long stretch of road. 30 to 40 to 50 to 60. Flying at a hundred. Doing a curvy turn, gliding right on the line. Passing a hill, which is just a lame mound of dirt trying to be a mountain. Going straight. Hundred pushing hundred-fifteen, flying, flying. Till he entered the city. Windows gleamed like reflections on hot tarmac. He dropped his speed down to 80, but that didn’t mean lights were going to stop him. As he blew past a red light. One of those posers with a fancy car revved at him and started to match his speed. Weaving in and out of traffic, causing near misses. Flying past, flying, in, out, tight turn following the line closely. If he wasn’t the expected heir of the Grand Church, he wouldn’t have minded NASCAR as a career. Taking another tight turn to shake off the red car. Red is lame compared to purple anyway. Buildings warped like hyperspace, as he peeled away from the lesser appealing side of the city began to transform. Peeling away in this odd hyperloop at ninety mph, too dangerous for any city limits. Yet the Chariot made it look graceful to any outside observer. Parking her at the curb he was staring the dying neon sign of the Dirty Babe. The Y use to be the most beautiful looking feminine leg highlighted in pink. Now it didn’t glow nor light up in anyway that gave anyone the hope they’d see a real feminine star. Turning off the ignition and putting on the alarm, he fixed his coat, and brushed across his hair out of his eyes. Taking out another cigarette the other burned out earlier and sat in his ashtray he just put on a smile. Nothing made life more fun or more interesting than a bar and being told go here. Somewhere he goes not as frequently as he use to, but close to frequently. Walking through the front door he scanned the current patrons. Two girls and several people who looked like businessmen. Some guy clearly took harder drugs than him as he hung around in a box and a suit. Out of the two only one was attractive. The other had a scar on their face which severely detracted several points of hotness, plus the sickly color of her hair. He decided to sit next to the more attractive one with raven length hair and pale skin. She still wasn’t exactly his type. But if he was going to be here waiting he’d make it worthwhile. “What are you drinking?” Kimber asked her.