Lyric excitedly ran out of the house, the keys to the jeep in her hand as she went to the driver’s side door, and let herself in. She took a few moments to adjust the seat, and turned the car on – but didn’t start the motor – so she could adjust the mirrors as she’d been taught, all while waiting for Nocturne to catch up and get in the car. She turned on the heater, and the heated seats. It was clear that afternoon, but still really cold.
Lyric, who had never been particularly interested in driving a car, had gotten her license around Christmas, after confiding to Nocturne that she wanted a motorcycle. He’d promised her she could go for a bike license after she passed her car driving test. Not that either of them were going to be telling Papa that. Much like her sexual exploits with Cody; Nocturne took care of helping her get her hands on the pill, and making sure she had access to actual information so she could take care of herself. Lyric thought he was being somewhat dramatic, but she went along with it so he wouldn’t spoil her fun.
“What were you doing?” Lyric demanded dramatically when Nocturne finally appeared and climbed into the passenger seat, watching him as he put on his seatbelt. Huffing and muttering under her breath about big brothers, how annoying they were, and the fact that she had to rely on him for driving practice because she couldn’t afford official lessons, Lyric turned the key and the car rumbled into power. Turning the heat down, and the music on (lowly), Lyric carefully backed the jeep out of the driveway, and onto the road.
Usually, they didn’t have any particular destination in mind, just drove around the neighbourhood for an hour or two or until Nocturne got bored and wanted to go home. So that was what Lyric planned to do, though she did look at her brother out of the corner of her eye and ask him cheerfully if there was anywhere he wanted to go that afternoon. She found it kind of enchanting to be his chauffer when usually it was he driving her around, dropping her off for her dates with Chance, or to dance, or events, or whatever.
Lyric, who had never been particularly interested in driving a car, had gotten her license around Christmas, after confiding to Nocturne that she wanted a motorcycle. He’d promised her she could go for a bike license after she passed her car driving test. Not that either of them were going to be telling Papa that. Much like her sexual exploits with Cody; Nocturne took care of helping her get her hands on the pill, and making sure she had access to actual information so she could take care of herself. Lyric thought he was being somewhat dramatic, but she went along with it so he wouldn’t spoil her fun.
“What were you doing?” Lyric demanded dramatically when Nocturne finally appeared and climbed into the passenger seat, watching him as he put on his seatbelt. Huffing and muttering under her breath about big brothers, how annoying they were, and the fact that she had to rely on him for driving practice because she couldn’t afford official lessons, Lyric turned the key and the car rumbled into power. Turning the heat down, and the music on (lowly), Lyric carefully backed the jeep out of the driveway, and onto the road.
Usually, they didn’t have any particular destination in mind, just drove around the neighbourhood for an hour or two or until Nocturne got bored and wanted to go home. So that was what Lyric planned to do, though she did look at her brother out of the corner of her eye and ask him cheerfully if there was anywhere he wanted to go that afternoon. She found it kind of enchanting to be his chauffer when usually it was he driving her around, dropping her off for her dates with Chance, or to dance, or events, or whatever.
