I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Lifting the phone to her ear, she awaiting a ring or two before a female voice answered. “Hi, is this Bethany? Oh thank god… Look, this is really weird since I’m obviously not Wyatt and clearly you were hoping to hear from him.” Placing her hand against the phone, she tilted it away to mouth ‘you’re awful’ in Wyatt’s direction. “So there might have been a mix up. Apparently the last time you saw him, Wyatt gave you my underwear by mistake… I know, I know. It’s crazy, but he swears it was you and now I’m out here without anything under my skirt because that was my only pair, and–” The hum of a dial tone sent Ellie into another bout of laughter.

He enjoyed the rush he always got when he did something he wasn’t supposed to. Not that he thought much on it now, it was just second nature to him. Wyatt wasn’t in the habit of stealing cars though, he generally jacked things out or off of them."I’d be okay with it,” he remarked, knowing that number wasn’t in there. Wyatt didn’t really know any of his family beyond his mom and.. good luck calling a dead person. When he said the name he nearly warned her off but instead smirked, watching. It was hilarious.. down to the whole not wearing underwear now thing.  “Cross your fingers that Bethany doesn’t track you down..” He joked, unable to help laughing a little with her.

Ellie opted to not comment on his choice, figuring if he desired to elaborate on the subject then he would have. There were certainly truths of her own which she never desired to profess beyond a name. Her grin matched his own as he stole the key away and continued the game. “Dare.”

He didn’t like truth.. it was always so personal. That was probably the point but Wyatt didn’t do personal. Not in that sense, anyway. After turning the car on and pulling out he glanced over at her. “Call someone on my phone and demand your panties back.” He wasn’t sure how she’d react to the fact that they were now driving around in a stolen car and figured a ‘silly’ dare would keep her mind off any potential freak outs.

Ellie settled into the seat beside him, slender pads of her fingertips dancing along the cool glass of the window encapsulated within the passenger door before she responded. “No,” blonde tendrils fell into her vision as she turned to meet his own profile. “Always wanted to try it, but sometimes the stars just don’t align. Never the right time, never the right guy, never the right car. Your turn… Truth or dare?”

He’d never really understand the right time, right guy, right car thing. Maybe he didn’t have high enough standards.. considering his standards mostly consisted of whether the person was consenting and he was into them. “Too bad.” He murmured, not really bothered one way or the other as his fingers sifted through the glove compartment, then the ashtray before finally settling upon the key under the seat. He could have done without a key, but plenty of people were stupid and left spares hidden so he always checked first. “Truth..” He hated truth.. but he hated being predictable more.

Ellie witnessed with a distinct lack of concern nor the appall she was so accustomed to in Wyatt’s presence as he expertly demonstrated his unique skill set. “Good. Now open my side and we can both get in.” Tapping an index finger against full lips, her gaze flickered up to the night sky as she weighed either option before deciding on the lesser offense. “Truth.”

He was quick to get her side open, sinking into the driver seat as he adjusted it. Wyatt wasn’t really surprised by her choice, though for him it seemed like the harder pick. Especially when he was supposed to think up something to ask -- that wouldn’t get him hit. “Have you ever had sex in a car?” So much for the not getting hit part, not that he knew whether it’d earn him one, but it was the first thing that came to mind (since they were in one) and his filter (not that it was very good on a normal day) wasn’t really in place.

“I dare you to open that one,” she offered him a lazy smile, lids lowering slightly as she nodded forward at the vehicle in question. Her thoughts resembled a kite, floating high above reality and the constraints of responsibility. Up here she was no longer the Mom Friend with an internal clock well beyond her twenty-two years, but a girl attempting to experience life while it was still new. “You know how to, don’t you?”

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a tiny bit surprised by her dare. It wasn't because it was something out of the realm of things he'd do but.. he hadn't expected her dare to be something illegal. At least not in that sense. He could've seen her asking him to streak or something. At her question he cocked an eyebrow, "What do you think?" They'd left the window cracked which in his world was the same thing as leaving it unlocked as he jimmied it open with practiced ease. “Truth or dare?”

Ellie’s brows rose at the statement, though her natural affinity to reject any notion of illegality seemed stunted by the marijuana coursing through her bloodstream. “You planning to take me on a ride, Mr. Anderson?” With that she dipped behind a Camry, sensitive skin brushing against the cool exterior. “I can think of some things,” the blonde reappeared. “So truth or dare?”

“That’s the plan,” He smirked, his eyes following her for a moment before turning his gaze to the cars, assessing them. He bumped against one, checking for an alarm as she reappeared. Wyatt tossed her a look over his shoulder, “Dare, obviously.”

“When I said that we should get away from the drama and go for a walk, I didn’t mean the parking lot.” Despite her words, one slender palm traced along the sleek exterior of various cars as the other nursed the remnants of her joint. It was nearly down to the end and she could feel a calmness in her bones, like a blanket of comfort to combat the tension from earlier. “You know, no one ever got around to asking you truth or dare.”

"Where else would we find a car?" He remarked offhandedly as he inhaled. Wyatt had just let everything blur together in his head the way he always did when people were upset. It was a trick he'd learned to deal with situations as a kid. "Probably couldn't think of anything I haven't done." Considering he doubted anyone thought he'd ever pick truth.