mixtapc's prophet / « I have a lot of faith left in me, child, yes. » ... and he snaps the car keys in Charlie's hand back into his own. « But not in you. Rules still apply. No cars for you. »
And he thought he was being sly: mutter an excuse just loudly enough to be confident but subtle still so he goes unnoticed. It’s not UNTRUE. Bandmates couldn’t leave the boundaries of the club something even Charlie didn’t quite understand given the circumstances - he can though. Why not get all their requests in one run? One totally fast, Adrenalin fueled, smooth as ice drifting tight corners trip? Sometimes he can let loose and let his listless demons have a go. And Prophet has very very fast expensive cars-
“ Not mad enough to toss one at my head I can use? ” Said with his glasses tipped just enough to flutter eyelashes innocently. A joke-Charlie knows he’s been caught red handed. Probably for the better. Doesnt mean he won’t playfully yank Prophet’s theoretical chain. “ I’ll have you know I’m an excellent driver. Not a scratch on the last ride. Smooth as jazz and as fast as Bass.”
Now what he won’t admit is having to jump ship when he has too much heat on his heels. High speed chases from a street race bust is a hell of a way to end a night…but the very packed in buildings and crowded streets does him no favors for a getaway. He always gets out clean…the car left behind? Not so much.
“ Still haven’t been caught. ” wink~✨
