Sounds like your kind of crowd. Bet this backseat has a lot of stories to tell about all the mischief you've gotten up to. The bodyshots, the cocaine. The unprotected "tips".
[ Stiles athletic-ass-slaps the top of the car, proudly nodding his head. He finishes covering the limo in suds, and once that's done, he looks... kind of excited, actually. He's a child, and throwing the bucket of water over the car to rinse it down is just kind of-- something he's looking forward to doing? Shut up, it's fun. ]
Okay, uh.
[ He's standing in front of the car, holding the bucket by its handle. He looks at Logan like he knows this isn't gonna go anywhere, but. ]
You rely too much on me to facilitate your bullshit.
[Jokes, count downs, weird pressing questions that Logan's still king of bristled over. But he's letting the driver related hazing go and butting out his cigar in a lightly overflowing ash tray next to him before cocking his head to the side. This kid really does need to make other friends. Get laid too, probably.]
[ Wait, shit! He's actually counting him down? That three-two-one comes so fast and so suddenly that Stiles has to scramble to follow through with the knocking himself out part. He slaps his hands to the bottom of the bucket and just throws the water out, a heavy tidal wave splashing against the windshield. It doesn't rinse the car off half as much as it waters Logan's lawn and drizzle the porch he's sitting on, but Stiles is still happy, throwing his arms above his head with a very loud: ]
Woooooo!
[ Great. Done. He's gotta do it again, though. Stiles has this half-chuckling swagger as he starts filling the bucket up with water from the hose, just... generally too proud of himself for whatever this was. He could really just spray the car down with the hose, but. Nope. He sits in the damp grass and waits for the bucket to fill up again. ]
Okay, so - tell me some wild driver stories? How many serial killers have you picked up? You been mugged or anything?
[Just a lot of stupid parties, flashing brides to be and prom queens. Holding umbrellas up over grieving widows and escorting Texan bigshots across town. Up until Gabriella started tracking him down, it was a shitty but effective way of making a living while living in seclusion. Whoever the fuck started the rumor that Wolverine was now a glorified taxi cab driver kinda fucked up his whole thing. So did Transigen.]
Couple of cholos tried to steal my hub caps. That's about it.
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[ Stiles athletic-ass-slaps the top of the car, proudly nodding his head. He finishes covering the limo in suds, and once that's done, he looks... kind of excited, actually. He's a child, and throwing the bucket of water over the car to rinse it down is just kind of-- something he's looking forward to doing? Shut up, it's fun. ]
Okay, uh.
[ He's standing in front of the car, holding the bucket by its handle. He looks at Logan like he knows this isn't gonna go anywhere, but. ]
Count me down? Just a "three, two, one, go".
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[Jokes, count downs, weird pressing questions that Logan's still king of bristled over. But he's letting the driver related hazing go and butting out his cigar in a lightly overflowing ash tray next to him before cocking his head to the side. This kid really does need to make other friends. Get laid too, probably.]
Three-two-one. Knock yourself out.
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Woooooo!
[ Great. Done. He's gotta do it again, though. Stiles has this half-chuckling swagger as he starts filling the bucket up with water from the hose, just... generally too proud of himself for whatever this was. He could really just spray the car down with the hose, but. Nope. He sits in the damp grass and waits for the bucket to fill up again. ]
Okay, so - tell me some wild driver stories? How many serial killers have you picked up? You been mugged or anything?
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[Just a lot of stupid parties, flashing brides to be and prom queens. Holding umbrellas up over grieving widows and escorting Texan bigshots across town. Up until Gabriella started tracking him down, it was a shitty but effective way of making a living while living in seclusion. Whoever the fuck started the rumor that Wolverine was now a glorified taxi cab driver kinda fucked up his whole thing. So did Transigen.]
Couple of cholos tried to steal my hub caps. That's about it.