A little drabble, in which Lyric attempts to drive a car. Written right after a blonde speeded by me in a green Jaguar convertible.
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"So I can choose any one of them?" Lyric asked, looking around the crowded area.
"Yes, so long as you are willing to pay for any damages that may occur, along with the labeled price."
"Great. Ohh, that green one is pretty!" He had spotted his chose at the far side of the space, hidden behind a few other of a similar shape.
The salesman became flustered, "Sir, I don’t think- That one is really more for people with experience, and well this is your first time-" The blonde was already halfway across the pavement, eyes intent on his prize. "I really suggest you consider another type."
"You said I could choose any of them. I chose this one." He had reached his destination, eyes roving over the gleaming, sparkling green surface.
"Well, yes, I di- I didn’t think you would choose- I will have to be with you to test you ability to handle it." He was desperate to find a reason to stop this beautiful, blue-eyed menace, set on destroying his prized merchandise.
He jumped into the seat. "Okay, so this one is stop and this one is go, and you turn this to steer, right?"
"…Yeah, sort of…"
"Alright, let’s go-"
"Wait! You can only go so fast in certain zones. That little red thing there? You don’t want it to go above the numbers that I tell you. And you have to stop when I tell you to. Got it?"
"I do. Can I go now?"
"Just make sure you put the straps on, first and- whoa!" They shot off.
Lyric was delighted. "This is way faster than a horse!" He spun his hands fast, and they whipped around with a screech and kept going. "It responds much better to!"
"Slow down! Hit the ‘stop’- you need – Remember what I said about the red thing! It’s too high, you need to hit the ‘stop’-"
They slammed forward in their seats; the straps biting in to their bodies and throwing them back into the seat backs. Lyric let out a breath, the salesman whimpered.
"There. I stopped. Why did you want me to? Did you see something?"
"Get out."
"What?"
"Get out of the car! We’re both getting out of the car, and you are never, ever driving again!" The salesman was white faced and screaming at Lyric, who blinked at him. Then he obeyed. The salesman threw himself out and slammed the door, stopped around and threw himself into the drivers seat. "I am going back to the shop."
Lyric nodded, "Do I sit where you were, then?"
"NO. You can walk. Or stay here, or fly off. Just stay away from the car."
"But, that’s a really long way back…"
"Well then, you shouldn’t have taken us so far, should you? I’m going." He drove off, leaving a blinking blond in the middle of an empty street covered in skid marks.
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