[center][h2][color=FFD700]Sunset[/color] [color=FF0000]Manor[/color][/h2][h3][color=FFD700]Fashionably Late T[/color][color=FF0000]o The Party[/color][/h3][/center]

There was much to do in the City of Sin, and little time to do it. Many of the Master and Servants had surely shown up ahead of time, setting up their Workshops, making what preparations they could to tip the odds in their favor. Calculating innumerable possibilities and pruning undesirable variables, taking hold of the Leylines that littered the city, anything and everything they could to make use of what little time they had. So surely the final pair to arrive had taken similar precautions, prepared extra well for the coming battles. Hence why they had shown up so late. Right?

Not even close.

[color=FF0000]"You could have paid for those you know. You had literally no reason to steal them. You have a credit card with no limit, you have bought every single dumb thing that's caught your eye."[/color] A set of red eyes peered from a shadow on the back seat, stern and annoyed with the driver of the Mercedes Benz. Simon didn't bother responding, too pleased with his newly acquired sunglasses as he drove down the highway at speeds that were most certainly unsafe and against the law. 

[color=FF0000]"They were five dollars Simon. Five dollars. And you took them without paying, for no reason whatsoever."[/color] A set of crossed arms emerged from the shadows, really laying it on thick on how disappointed he was with his partner. Simon finally sighed as he took off the sunglasses, an exasperated look on his face as he turned to look over his shoulder at Phobia. 

[color=FFD700]"I don't know why you're still on about this Phobia, this was an hour ago. What do you want me to do, turn around and give the sunglasses back?"[/color] Simon asked as he took a hand off the wheel to motion questioningly, much to the chagrin of Phobia.

[color=FF0000]"JESUS- EYES ON THE ROAD SIMON!"[/color]

[color=FFD700]"Relax man, I'm not crashing into anything, there's not a single car on the road."[/color] Simon rolled the steering wheel to the left slightly, just narrowly avoiding careening off the road and into the desert as he barely stayed on the asphalt.

[color=FF0000]""YOU'RE MISSING THE POINT!"[/color] Phobia roared, a shadowy hand reaching over and smacking Simon in the side of the head before forcing him to look back at the road. 

[color=FFD700]"Ow! There's no need to fucking slap me you bastard!"[/color] Simon complained as he rubbed the side of his head, eyes on the road as he grumbled under his breath about grumpy shadows. Phobia growled for a moment, before stopping and sighing in the most tired tone he could muster.

[color=FF0000]"God, you know what, forget it. Whatever, you're right, too late to give em back."[/color] Phobia sunk back into the shadows, leaving the car in an awkward silence as Simon continued to drive. Things continued like this for a few minutes, nothing but the sound of the engine and wheels rumbling over a shitty road.

[color=FFD700]"...you are such a fucking baby."[/color] Simon muttered as he took off the sunglasses and tossed them out the window, the accessory now tainted by Phobia throwing a temper tantrum over it. [color=FFD700]"You can turn on the radio if you want dude. Just don't play anything shitty."[/color] Simon said as he looked to the passenger seat, where his Servant was sitting and doing... something. Simon hadn't been paying much attention to the guy admittedly, spending more time driving and arguing with Phobia then had actually talking to his new companion.

[color=FF0000]"Don't listen to him, play whatever you want. If it were up to him the only radio station in existence would be classic rock."[/color] Phobia piped up, the shadowy creature emerging once more to start digging through the many plastic bags all over the floor of the backseat.

[color=FFD700]"Oh shut the fuck up, you like violin bullshit you have no right to talk."[/color] Simon shot back, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror to check on Phobia. [color=FFD700]"Hey you better not be eating my fucking chips."[/color]

Phobia did not bother responding as he took out a bag of Fritos, tearing it open and grabbing a handful as he flipped off Simon. Such was the norm for the two, constant arguing and insults being flung back and forth throughout the entire drive. 

[color=FFD700]"And for the record, classic rock is badass. Queen knew how to fucking rock."[/color]