With the girls settled into the car, Karl stepped around and got into the drivers seat ignoring the knowing looks that people waiting to get into the club were giving them. While bystanders might have thought that it was a sure thing that Karl was taking these girls home to sleep with them he wasn't so sure that was going to happen. Karl Friedrich was normally good with the ladies it was true but he'd set the bar some what high for himself that night.<br/><br/>Revving up the engine the car seemed like it just wanted to go a million miles per hour and actually being in the car one could<em>feel</em>the power of the engine. The vampire pulled out into traffic and the speed of city traffic seemed to do the car little justice. The windows were tinted limousine dark giving them total privacy inside the car. Very little about the Maybach seemed street legal. Karl Friedrich got their address and started driving, smiling to himself since he could remember that neighborhood and how it looked in the seventies...<br/><br/>"I'm not a hoarder." Karl Friedrich said almost defensively. Both Delaney and Skye had shown him that show at different points and to see disgusting humans living with mountains of filth crammed into their tiny homes or apartments disgusted him to no end. "No it's just that you buy a car and drive it a few times and suddenly it's completely out of date. The problem is that I don't stop liking the cars and before I know it twenty or thirty years have gone by and people look at you strangely for driving them. The ones I like I don't mind putting in storage just in case...I had to stop after a while because I realized I was just wasting money keeping things I was never going to use. I did a big purge about thirty years ago and only kept a few things. Though I got this car in trade just a year or so ago." Karl rambled a bit. Honestly it was refreshing to be around new people.<br/><br/>Being a part of the pack so to speak was very insulating and at times he found himself associating with no one outside of that group. Delaney for the longest time was the newest friend he had. "Thank you for humoring me..." he said with a smile as they finally got onto the highway and he was able to open the engine up a bit. In a blink they were doing ninety miles per hour and the engine was barely working to do that. Karl Friedrich had been driving for almost a hundred years and easily weaved in and out of traffic.