This, Lestat is saying while already opening the trunk of the cab whether or not the driver is good with cash, storing the guitar case inside. He has long forgotten the details of their kill, the brush stubble on the cheek of the man who had been calculating the likelihood of a blowjob and whose thoughts had pivoted to some relief he won't have to contend with his credit card debt, the mournful thoughts of apple pie in the fridge. He remembers, though, that he will need to look up the artist they were listening to.
The driver is good with cash. Daniel, progressing into the backseat, and immediately Lestat must contend with the prospect of climbing in after him. Instead, the door snaps closed behind Daniel without Lestat following.
A quick little nudge of—well, mind gift, telekinesis, whatever, unlocking the driver's door and hauling it open, Lestat ducking down to pin the startled driver with a smile. Blood between his teeth, still. "Do you mind, dearest?" he asks, with an inelegant shove of willpower that has the driver making an ungainly climb from the driver's seat into the passenger's. Not frightened, just accommodating, forceful enough that the driver is fumbling to unlock the next door to get out of it.
Perhaps Daniel will decide whether they're just going on a joyride or wholesale stealing a car, Lestat distracted from the details as he climbs into the driver's seat, his priority the radio.
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This, Lestat is saying while already opening the trunk of the cab whether or not the driver is good with cash, storing the guitar case inside. He has long forgotten the details of their kill, the brush stubble on the cheek of the man who had been calculating the likelihood of a blowjob and whose thoughts had pivoted to some relief he won't have to contend with his credit card debt, the mournful thoughts of apple pie in the fridge. He remembers, though, that he will need to look up the artist they were listening to.
The driver is good with cash. Daniel, progressing into the backseat, and immediately Lestat must contend with the prospect of climbing in after him. Instead, the door snaps closed behind Daniel without Lestat following.
A quick little nudge of—well, mind gift, telekinesis, whatever, unlocking the driver's door and hauling it open, Lestat ducking down to pin the startled driver with a smile. Blood between his teeth, still. "Do you mind, dearest?" he asks, with an inelegant shove of willpower that has the driver making an ungainly climb from the driver's seat into the passenger's. Not frightened, just accommodating, forceful enough that the driver is fumbling to unlock the next door to get out of it.
Perhaps Daniel will decide whether they're just going on a joyride or wholesale stealing a car, Lestat distracted from the details as he climbs into the driver's seat, his priority the radio.