[b][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi[/h2][/center][/b]

The big knobby tires of Joel’s Jeep squeaked over the stone of the manor driveway amidst what was becoming a steady, cold rain. It had crossed his mind to drive through a giant mud hole and then track it all over their pristine driveway, but he had thought better of it considering the letter he just composed to Maxmillion and he could see the event staff that were stuck outside handling the valet service were thoroughly freezing their asses off underneath the awning setup to protect the more distinguished guests from the weather. They would likely be the ones tasked with cleaning up the mess. He switched off the stereo leaving only the steady thrum of the Wrangler’s ample heat running as he pulled up. 

The staff seemed completely unphased by his arrival and he figured Sio had let them know to look for a red Jeep to pick her up. He would’ve preferred to have arrived in the GT-R, but that didn’t get driven in the rain. Luckily however, there was still something almost as undignified about the Jeep. He shot a quick glance through the front doors as a few guests stepped out, but not spotting anyone familiar or even much of a look at anything. One of the staff came around to speak with him and he cranked down the window tasting the coldness of the night.  

“Good evening Mr. Nicolosi, Miss Murphy will be out shortly,” The young attendant glanced around before speaking again, more quietly: “Nice Jeep.”

“Oh, well thanks.” Joel replied slightly surprised. He looked back towards the door hoping to find Sio approaching, not wanting to stay any longer than required. He could feel eyes on him as soon as he pulled in the driveway. He glanced down at his phone wedged in the cupholder and could easily read the text that beeped in. “Can I just sit right here and wait?” 

“Not a problem, sir.” The man replied. “Do want to warn you that Miss Murphy is bringing a piece with her, we’ll just need some space to load it.”

[i]Well shit…[/i] Joel thought to himself. [i]Now I’ll have to get out.[/i] Which he acknowledged he was going to have to do anyway to help Sio get in gracefully wearing a dress. He glanced down at the small fold-out stool he had brought along that could be opened with a flick of the wrist and drummed his fingers over the steering wheel for a moment considering how quickly he could load one of her paintings in the back and be gone as soon as possible. “Alright, I got it.” He said pushing the door open and hopping down. Wearing his regular shorts the cold air immediately bit against his skin  “Just put that stool in front of the passenger door.” He said walking around the back and swinging the spare tire holder open. The back of the Jeep was a collection of various decals acquired over the years: A couple surfing companies, a Winter Soldier roundel, an SR-71 diamond, a few others and the latest, a black Rebellion “[i]R[/i]”. He popped the soft top window away from its channel and opened the tailgate hoping she would be out quickly. 

[@Almalthia][@PrinceAlexus]