Elayeth/Meiser/Maeve

Elayeth prised his thumb from his teeth, which he had been picking, and uncrossed his arms with a shrug. "We could deffinitely do it."

"No... you could deffinitely do it." Meis grumped at his friend as he stepped hopped his front feet up onto the short wall beside Elayeth. "You have hands and thumbs and feet and such. Cars were made to be driven by humanoids, not by jivvins." He huffed. "Aren't you forgetting something though?"

Elayeth just waved his hand and shrugged again. "I don't need a liscense to drive a car. Besides! Think of all the women who will look at us in this perfect specimine of a vehicle and think, Oh yeah! I want to sleep with him!." the red jivvin grinned ear to ear and wrapped his hands around an imaginary woman for the added benefit of the motion.

Meiser shook his head again. "They don't want to sleep with me, stupid. They want to pet me and paint my claws and comb my mane. But," He gave in slightly as Elayeth kept making crude motions with his hands. "I suppose if you're going to steal a car, best make it a Porsche."

"that's the ticket..." Elayeth leaned back against the short wall again and gazed lovingly at the blue car parked in the space before them. "Should we go pick someone up and go for a drive?"

In another time and place...

It was late enough that she knew that she shouldn't be out. If she was smart, which she often prided herself on being, even if she wasn't now, she would be at home. In bed. Sleeping.

Or something like that, at least.

She wasn't, of course. Why would she be when the slightly rebellious 'teenage' nature had just started to come into play now that she was in the right form to appreciate it? Oh, her loyalty was certainly still in tact, yes, but she'd convinced herself, on some level, that the best way to protect Beryl was to experience everything and know how to roll with the proverbial punches... And that was why she was out tonight, getting kicked out of a bar for throwing the first punch just because someone had made an unwanted advance on her tail. "a*****e."

Elayeth pulled the car around the corner, a screech letting loose from the tires. He would have been bothered by the sound, except the car wasn't his, and he didn't expect to be paying for new tires anytime soon. He glanced over at his friend, scrunched back in the passenger seat. The car's luxury seats weren't meant for four legged creatures, and Meiser had already stated boldly that he was above hanging his head out the window like a common dog.

Elayeth barely glanced back to the road in time to be able to not hit the pretty young woman on the sidewalk (for yes, he was a bad enough driver to be up on the sidewalk slightly). Hitting the brakes as hard as he could, he pulled the blue convertable up beside Maeve with another set of screeches and some thumping sounds made mostly by the tires hitting the curb and by Meiser hitting the dashboard.

The red earred anthro grinned manically at Maeve and pointed a thumb at the small backseat in the car. "Maeve, beautiful. Get in. We're all about fun tonight and there's a spot for you." He reached over and thumped Meiser on the head as he climbed up from the floor. "Meiser, the radiantly beautiful Maeve.... Maeve, the aptly named Meiser." He flapped a hand at her. "He might even let you have the front seat if I promise to hit hte brakes like that over and over."

There was a brief moment where she saw her entire life flashing before her eyes. Much of it involved Beryl and rest involved herself acting like she had her head shoved up her a**... Except for the bar scene, which slowed long enough for her to enjoy getting kicked out again. At least if she was going to die it would be on a good note.

The car never hit her, though. It came a bit close, but it didn't, and just as she opened her mouth to sling a string of obscenities that would've been anything but ladylike she heard a familiar voice. "Elayeth?" Disgust tinted the tone of her voice as she glared at him, the sound quickly replaced with a daring bit of interest as she leaned against the passenger side window. "I didn't know you had friends... Or a car."

Elayeth grinned red ear to red ear. "I don't. Neither friends nor cars." He reached over and grabbed Meiser by an ear, tugging hard on it towards the back seat until the black jivvin climbed over with a mumble and a slight yelp. Then he waved a hand at Meiser before he leaned over and opened the car door for Maeve. "He's not even a quality person, let alone someone a sane person might call 'friend'. As for the Car, it's stolen. So I have to have abandoned it somewhere before about..." He looked at his bare wrist as if he were looking at a watch, "oh, before about the time I get bored with it and end up getting arrested for Car theft." He grinned at her. "So this might be your last chance to travel with me in a stolen car, and hey! If the mood takes you, I can make him leave," he flung a thumb towards the backseat, " And we can have a little fun."

Meiser just grumbled again and rolled his eyes. "Yes, this could be your last chance to have sex with him at all, let alone in a car that was stolen." And then he hunkered down with a glare for the world around him.

She eyed the car for a moment longer after the door was opened before smirking as she slid into the seat, running her fingers over the upholstery before shutting the door. "If you wind up arrested I'll just tell them you kidnapped me when you stole the car. No sense in both of us getting in trouble, is there?" Her brow lofted, an almost endearing grin curving her mouth.

"Does he even know how to drive this thing?" She bypassed asking Elayeth that particular question, turning her crimson eyes towards the dark Jivvin in the back seat. "Or is it just one of the many things that he's good at faking?"

Meiser just rolled his eyes and huffed his dissapointment in his current situation. Later on in the evening he would be proud that he hadn't gone the obvious route, making one of many crude jokes about 'faking'.

Elayeth would not.

"Faking? I never fake anything! Everything I do and say is total truth... and you know it's like that old riddle. I say I'm telling the truth and so I must be the guy who's not lying!" He grinned at her. "Besides, I'm sure you could write a book on the principals of 'fake', right love?"

Meiser rolled his eyes again, but this time he didn't have the personal discipline to not open his mouth. "Ugh, you're an idiot. First of all, the riddle is that one of the characters always tells a lie and the other always speaks the truth. The main character of the riddle has to decide which is which after asking only one question... I'll leave the actual question asking out just to give your hormone driven brain something to chew later, but I can assure you that the guy character who lies would also say that he was telling the truth." He sighed. "And you're not going to get anywhere tonight if you don't mellow out, and stop insulting her every ten seconds."

Elayeth shot the black jivvin in the back seat an evil look through the mirror and then slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. As they streaked down off the sidewalk, the tires left black markings on the concrete. "Did you have a special place in mind, Maeve, my love? Or were you just out for the joys of pretending to be kidnapped?"

"Oh, Elayeth, I know you better than that." She smirked softly as she reached over to lightly brush her fingertips along his ear. "We both fake things every now and then. I mean, look at me for instance. I've gotten pretty good at pretending that I like you, haven't I?" Her smirk turned into a bit of a grin as she glanced at him, eyes gleaming. She wouldn't admit it, at least not at the moment, but it was getting easier and easier to 'pretend' that she didn't mind his company. For all that she 'couldn't stand him', he made things interesting.

"Lucky for Elayeth, I've heard that riddle before." She nodded as she brought her hand back down before shifting so that she could kick one foot up onto the dash board. "I'm also used to his insults. Sometimes I think he's trying to be flirtatious instead of just crude and obnoxious. We're making great progress together." Sometimes it was just better if they cut talking out of the equation.

"That depends entirely, darling... Where do you think you should ditch the car once we're done with it?"

"Ohhhhhohohhoho." it was something between laugh and a cry. "Turn me on a little and then metaphorically punch me in the nuts. Harsh, my love... harsh." He spun the wheel and they rocketed around the corner, nearly hitting a large postbox on the sidewalk. Elayeth looked behind them and laughed suddenly. "I think I might hit the next one..." he glanced at Maeve to try and see her reaction to that. "Mail flying everywhere, like a mini government snow storm just for the sheer awesomeness that is you an I in a stole car."

Meiser was sorely tempted to kick Elayeth in the back of the head, but that was neither who he was nor how he wanted to die. "I'm in the car too, you know, and if the two ofyou start doing things that I don't want to watch then I will kick you both in the back of the head."

Elayeth just ignored him. "Actually, it depends on what you say right now. I don't care where we dump this beautiful machine... would you rather see it drive off a cliff ... me not in it of course, just to make it clear... or see it driven into a giant store window... or maybe parked up in a statue? Or even a suggestion of your own darring mind?"