#bergen_county

Symon flicks a glance over at Adam and gathers up the glamour. "I'll dish yours out later. I can probably barter for something more to your taste." Stepping back away from the passed out man, as a small puddle forms around the man' pants. "Ha. Fucker."

"It worked, right?"

"We can tell the paramedics what happened. They were driving like drunk asses, swerved to miss a deer, and went off the road. Insurance should cover your car. And it's not even a lie."

Symon looks up at him, glee in his face, and gleaming creepily with glamour, his eyes black and sunken, and hair nearly writhing around his face to chimerical vision. "Oh, yes."

"Jesus!" Adam almost takes a step back. He gets control. "We gotta get insurance involved?"

"We can leave if you want. But then you gotta pay for the car." A moment and he relents. "We gotta pay for it." Peering at the scrapes along the side - luckily just cosmetic. The poor truck cannot claim the same, it is certainly totaled.

"Nah." He stares at it bitterly. "Nah, it's cool. We gotta report it." He looks at his phone. "Guess I should call this in?"

He nods, letting Adam take the lead on this. And the paramedics show up - some one must have phoned them - and the cops come by as well following Adam's call. It only takes a few moments of surveying the scene - the swipes on the side of the car, the truck with it's payload of empty cans (plus a few more in the driver's seat), to come to a swift enough conclusion.

After taking statements from both Symon and Adam, "We'll send in a report to your insurance company, and they should take care of this for you. You boys are free to go. You shouldn't be out though, not even to drive. Do you need us to call your parents?" A kind enough look from the officer. "It's easy to get rattled from an accident, even if you're not hurt."

Adam certainly seems off-balance. "Uh. Thanks but, uh, no. Officer. I mean. They say... uh, gotta get... get back on the ...horse?"

"Hm. Indeed. Well, we'll send you over a copy of the report. Drive safe." Symon is lurking near the passenger's seat, eager to be on their way.

Adam gets in and takes a deep breath.

Symon glances over at him. "All in all, not a bad haul. Sorry about your car." Lovecraft is purring fit to rival the motor.

He shakes his head. "I liked it."

He still seems shake, but eventually he's able to key the motor up and drive..... gently...... home.

Symon is a little twitchy, like he drank too much coffee and has an excess of energy. He tries not to distract Adam on the drive though, his fingers alternating between drumming against a thin leg, or rattling a handful of dice.

Well, to -Symon's- home. He seems.... darkly thoughtful.

When they pull up, Symon peers over at him. "You okay man? That was intense, even by my standards. I call it a win, but... you okay?"

"Yeah. I think?"

"I don't wanna go home... I wanna...."

"Do you wanna hang out here for a bit? Or... go somewhere else?"

"We could go by the lodge. Give a tithe to the 'fire. I try to do that every windfall, because you never know when you might need to ask for a bit back."

"Lodge?" A faint frown. "I can take you."

Hesitation. "What do you want to do?"

"I owe you, man. That was some slick driving. And it worked out... I couldn't have done that act on my own."

"Plus you got a drunk driver off the road. I doubt he can afford a new car anytime soon."

"Yeah." a cocky grin "It wasn't too bad, was it? What I -wanna- do is go to see the Cuban sisters at that Fae apartment building."

"Cuban sisters?" He blinks. "Do you think they know any Santería?"

"Probably. They can cha cha and salsa, I know that." Big grin of memory.

"Oh. I'm a dancer." Somewhat flatly, but not offended. "You probably want Zane for that adventure."

Adam laughs. "He's been there twice." then a petulant scowl "I only went the once."

"Why not go there now?"

Adam stews a few moments, mulling the question over. "Good question. What's the worst they could do?" He puts the car in gear.

"I, uh." He starts to protest that he didn't mean he would go WITH, but sighs and deals with it.

After all, it can't be worse then a house with a bored boggan...

As they drive, Adam sets his phone on silent.

And soon they pull up into a visitor parking space and Adam kills the car. "C'mon....."

He tickles Lovecraft. "You coming with, or want to nap in the car? This place looks kinda too nice to have any mice for you." She yawns and curls up in the warm spot that Adam vacated on the driver's seat. Symon, apparently, is too clammy to leave a good cat warmer.

And, he trails after Adam.

(It was night?)

(pfft, Lovecraft moves the planets to appease herself.)

((good point))

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