1. not illegal. unless this place has like, trespassing laws beyond the city? 2. hopefully none, but if i stay in this apartment block then that number will rise dramatically. 3. is it a cop-out to say all kinds?
[ And he is, the driver's window down, his gloves creaking against the leather, the Beastie Boys' Sabotage blaring from the car speakers. His iPod - 3rd gen nano, red, looks as impatient as he feels.
He leans a hand down the side of the door, and drums the beat of the song against the metal as he waits. This is a job, but at least it's above board. ]
[ Hello, Baby. Here comes the angriest redhead ever. ] I mean, I heard it in Star Trek first, but then I got into it after. [ She wanted to be James T. Kirk. That should surprise no one. ]
You don't need a location, right? You'll just drive?
[ She would like to see outside of the city, but also she's just mad right now. ]
[ He shouldn't be surprised she's pretty, but his face softens a little as she gets into the passenger seat anyway, the impassive mask slipping off as he reads her lips. ]
That movie came out last year. [ The song is over 20 years old. Impressive. ]
[ He raises an eyebrow behind his sunglasses, but doesn't comment on that. There are a lot of things he's not trying to understand about this place.
She hasn't answered his question, but he still puts the car into gear, taking off cleanly, sharp as ever. ]
It's okay. That's what it's there for. [ There's a little smile on his lips. ] I'm Baby. You still haven't told me if there's anywhere in particular you want to go. A direction, maybe?
[ Her eyebrow raises, a smile toying at the corner of her lips. ] Cute name. [ Fitting, for such a cute boy. ]
Just keep heading forward. I'll let you know different if we come to a crossroads. [ Probably, he's used to people using him for Uber services. Not to get rid of existential angst. But Clary doesn't care, and as long as he's driving she doesn't think he should either.
Idly, she drums her fingers on to her thigh along with the song. ] Is this the kind of music you like?
Baby. [ He nods. It's obviously not his real name, but he's so used to it by now that it could very well be. ] Thank you.
[ He's never been much of a talker. He's not good at it, and now that he's got to strain, or read lips to understand people, it makes it even more difficult. Still, his eyes flit from the road, to Clary, and back when she speaks, the ringing in his ears faint.
Forward, she says. He keeps driving, a comfortable speed on an empty road. Leaves her to work out what she needs to.
Just as she asks about music, the song ends and following it, in a complete change of pace, is Otis Redding's Stand By Me. Baby smiles, gesturing at the iPod with a finger. ]
[ Which had been one of Jocelyn's favourite movies, so. Clary has fond memories of curling up on the sofa with her mother, surrounded by blankets and popcorn while the television played the old movie. It makes her smile now, soft and fond.]
But you're more of a classics kind of guy, right?
[ Actually, it's refreshing. She's more used to either hip-hop being blared out of car windows as she walks passed, or Simon introducing her to the latest alternative craze that gets boring as it's overplayed. ]
Sure. [ If that's how she wants to associate it, he's fine with it. ] Nobody puts me in the corner, right? [ He used to put himself there. Better to put a little space between him and the people he used to roll with. ]
Nah. [ Grabbing his iPod, he clicks the wheel for a second before finding another song, putting it on. Halsey's Castle starts playing, Baby's fingers playing the beat immediately. it's one of the most recent iPods he's filched. ] I really listen to most things. Whatever fits the mood.
[ He raises an eyebrow behind his sunglasses. It seems obvious she's in the mood to chat. ]
[ And she also likes that he doesn't seem to want to stick to one genre in particular. He's like a Spotify Discover Mix all on his lonesome. ] I keep wanting her to release a new album already. Give me something to blast when I'm training.
[ Speaking of training, and running, and the people who she associates with it. ]
Did you ever meet someone so stubborn that half the time you want to punch them or shake them? [ Some people would say that she was describing herself. But no. ] Someone from my world just won't listen. He keeps trying to tell me he knows what's best and it's driving me crazy!
[ He couldn't stick to one genre even if he wanted to. The perpetual need for music, to fill his head with something else than the constant, thought-piercing ringing in his ears meant that without as much music as he could get his hands on, he would go crazy.
And he never was given much of an option, anyway. He got the music he could find, and that was it.
Her rant makes Baby think of a number of people, but she doesn't need to know. This place doesn't need to know. So he just nods, slowly. ]
Try living life while being called Baby. People always know what's best.
[ There's something close to a venomous frustration in her voice, so she runs a hand through her hair and cuts her gaze to the window, watching the streets around them blur. She doesn't want to think about Jace, or the Shadow World right now.
She just wants to be a normal girl. ]
So, were you like an Uber driver back home, or did you see a gap in the market here and decide to make the most of it?
[ Well, at least she's hanging out with a normal boy, right now. Well, a normal boy with a fake name and some heavy baggage, but still - unlike so many people around this place, he has no powers, no special abilities, besides being an excellent driver.
Which leads to Clary's question. ]
I was a driver, yeah. But not - Uber. I was working private events, usually.
Good. Uber sucks now. They pulled some shady shit and Lyft is the way to go.
( Things she wouldn't have said if he was an Uber driver, probably. )
So, like a chauffeur? ( Looking away from the window, she gives him a once over, a smile toying at the corner of her lips. ) Did you have a hat? Did you have the whole outfit?
( Genuine, maybe accidentally flirtatious. The Clary Fray life. )
I have to admit, I don't really know very much about cars. I have a driver's license but I never really saw the point in New York. The subway was easier and parking's a bitch, you know? In Eudio a friend gave me a car though, bright pink. I raced it. ( She gives him a grin - remembering the thrill of it all. ) Badly, but whatever. I was kind of looking forward to getting more used to it.
( Is she just assuming someone who drives is into cars? Yes. Hopefully that's not super insulting. )
[ Well, he's no mechanic, but it's not insulting. After all, Baby loves cars. But he's more of a 'donuts in the parking lot' kinda guy than a 'elbows in grease all day long' kinda guy.
But when she says 'race', Baby immediately perks up. ]
You raced? Any good at drifting?
[ It is his favorite thing to do when racing. Of course, most of the races he's been a part of were him against the police, not 'real' races. ]
That's the one where you go all crazy and coast along like you're in a spy movie, right?
( The answer is a clear no on that front, Baby. But she is unperturbed. ) I did say badly, didn't I? ( Grinning again. ) It looks complicated. And I can barely parallel park. We had some magical assistance in making sure we didn't just all die, you know?
( Thank you, Magnus Bane. )
Though maybe I'll work my way up to it. I can't resist a challenge.
[ Clary's response makes Baby grin, more to himself than anything else, and after checking that the street is empty of other cars around them, he pushes in the clutch quick and hard, flicking the steering wheel all the way to the left as he pulls the handbrake. The next second he's releasing the clutch and switching to push on the gas, going full throttle for the car to do a neat U-turn, the engine loud and covering the music for a moment.
Baby laughs as they settle back onto the road, now facing the other way, and switches to third gear, like nothing happened. ]
I can teach you, one day. Once you know how to parallel park.
( For a minute she can't breathe. The adrenaline catching in her throat, pulse jumping in her veins. )
Oh, my God.
( But she's not angry, or even frightened. Instead she's letting her head collapse back against the seat, her laugh joining his as she closes her eyes. ) Okay, so you're a bit of a daredevil, got it.
( She rests a hand on her chest, dramatically. ) Now if I could maybe not go into cardiac arrest, that'd be great.
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keep in mind, you'll be saving the day.
aka stopping me from punching someone.
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how illegal your errands are
how many people you plan on punching/not punching
what kind of music you like
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2. hopefully none, but if i stay in this apartment block then that number will rise dramatically.
3. is it a cop-out to say all kinds?
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I can work with this
I pick the music, by the way.
when and where?
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i'll meet you outside the ice-cream shop?
[ Take her away from all this! ]
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[ And he is, the driver's window down, his gloves creaking against the leather, the Beastie Boys' Sabotage blaring from the car speakers. His iPod - 3rd gen nano, red, looks as impatient as he feels.
He leans a hand down the side of the door, and drums the beat of the song against the metal as he waits. This is a job, but at least it's above board. ]
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[ Hello, Baby. Here comes the angriest redhead ever. ] I mean, I heard it in Star Trek first, but then I got into it after. [ She wanted to be James T. Kirk. That should surprise no one. ]
You don't need a location, right? You'll just drive?
[ She would like to see outside of the city, but also she's just mad right now. ]
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That movie came out last year. [ The song is over 20 years old. Impressive. ]
You don't have somewhere to go?
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[ The car's nice, and he's cuter than she imagined he'd be. Besides, the music is helping some of her current rage issues. ]
I'm Clary, by the way. I got your number off the network. I hope that's okay.
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She hasn't answered his question, but he still puts the car into gear, taking off cleanly, sharp as ever. ]
It's okay. That's what it's there for. [ There's a little smile on his lips. ] I'm Baby. You still haven't told me if there's anywhere in particular you want to go. A direction, maybe?
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[ Her eyebrow raises, a smile toying at the corner of her lips. ] Cute name. [ Fitting, for such a cute boy. ]
Just keep heading forward. I'll let you know different if we come to a crossroads. [ Probably, he's used to people using him for Uber services. Not to get rid of existential angst. But Clary doesn't care, and as long as he's driving she doesn't think he should either.
Idly, she drums her fingers on to her thigh along with the song. ] Is this the kind of music you like?
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[ He's never been much of a talker. He's not good at it, and now that he's got to strain, or read lips to understand people, it makes it even more difficult. Still, his eyes flit from the road, to Clary, and back when she speaks, the ringing in his ears faint.
Forward, she says. He keeps driving, a comfortable speed on an empty road. Leaves her to work out what she needs to.
Just as she asks about music, the song ends and following it, in a complete change of pace, is Otis Redding's Stand By Me. Baby smiles, gesturing at the iPod with a finger. ]
Like you, I like all kinds of music.
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[ Which had been one of Jocelyn's favourite movies, so. Clary has fond memories of curling up on the sofa with her mother, surrounded by blankets and popcorn while the television played the old movie. It makes her smile now, soft and fond.]
But you're more of a classics kind of guy, right?
[ Actually, it's refreshing. She's more used to either hip-hop being blared out of car windows as she walks passed, or Simon introducing her to the latest alternative craze that gets boring as it's overplayed. ]
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Nah. [ Grabbing his iPod, he clicks the wheel for a second before finding another song, putting it on. Halsey's Castle starts playing, Baby's fingers playing the beat immediately. it's one of the most recent iPods he's filched. ] I really listen to most things. Whatever fits the mood.
[ He raises an eyebrow behind his sunglasses. It seems obvious she's in the mood to chat. ]
What are you running from?
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[ And she also likes that he doesn't seem to want to stick to one genre in particular. He's like a Spotify Discover Mix all on his lonesome. ] I keep wanting her to release a new album already. Give me something to blast when I'm training.
[ Speaking of training, and running, and the people who she associates with it. ]
Did you ever meet someone so stubborn that half the time you want to punch them or shake them? [ Some people would say that she was describing herself. But no. ] Someone from my world just won't listen. He keeps trying to tell me he knows what's best and it's driving me crazy!
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And he never was given much of an option, anyway. He got the music he could find, and that was it.
Her rant makes Baby think of a number of people, but she doesn't need to know. This place doesn't need to know. So he just nods, slowly. ]
Try living life while being called Baby. People always know what's best.
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[ There's something close to a venomous frustration in her voice, so she runs a hand through her hair and cuts her gaze to the window, watching the streets around them blur. She doesn't want to think about Jace, or the Shadow World right now.
She just wants to be a normal girl. ]
So, were you like an Uber driver back home, or did you see a gap in the market here and decide to make the most of it?
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Which leads to Clary's question. ]
I was a driver, yeah. But not - Uber. I was working private events, usually.
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( Things she wouldn't have said if he was an Uber driver, probably. )
So, like a chauffeur? ( Looking away from the window, she gives him a once over, a smile toying at the corner of her lips. ) Did you have a hat? Did you have the whole outfit?
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Chauffeur fits. But that was my outfit, generally.
[ Nondescript clothes, black sunglasses, earphones. Trying to look as inconspicuous as possible for the radar pictures. ]
My client cared more about substance than style. [ He smiles. ]
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( Genuine, maybe accidentally flirtatious. The Clary Fray life. )
I have to admit, I don't really know very much about cars. I have a driver's license but I never really saw the point in New York. The subway was easier and parking's a bitch, you know? In Eudio a friend gave me a car though, bright pink. I raced it. ( She gives him a grin - remembering the thrill of it all. ) Badly, but whatever. I was kind of looking forward to getting more used to it.
( Is she just assuming someone who drives is into cars? Yes. Hopefully that's not super insulting. )
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But when she says 'race', Baby immediately perks up. ]
You raced? Any good at drifting?
[ It is his favorite thing to do when racing. Of course, most of the races he's been a part of were him against the police, not 'real' races. ]
Maybe we should race, one day.
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( The answer is a clear no on that front, Baby. But she is unperturbed. ) I did say badly, didn't I? ( Grinning again. ) It looks complicated. And I can barely parallel park. We had some magical assistance in making sure we didn't just all die, you know?
( Thank you, Magnus Bane. )
Though maybe I'll work my way up to it. I can't resist a challenge.
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Baby laughs as they settle back onto the road, now facing the other way, and switches to third gear, like nothing happened. ]
I can teach you, one day. Once you know how to parallel park.
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Oh, my God.
( But she's not angry, or even frightened. Instead she's letting her head collapse back against the seat, her laugh joining his as she closes her eyes. ) Okay, so you're a bit of a daredevil, got it.
( She rests a hand on her chest, dramatically. ) Now if I could maybe not go into cardiac arrest, that'd be great.
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