<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well...I'm not good at fixing cars but I'd be happy to give you a lift home." he said as he looked at the car as though he were shocked it didn't start. "There's just one thing...if you ride with me, one of you would have to sit in the others lap." The vampire gave the girls a sideways glance to see if they thought that was an okay idea or not. "The upside is that I'm one of only three people in the world to own one. The tire company that commissioned it, some millionaire who hasn't actually paid for or received his, and then there's me."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Bridget couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes at Karl's bragging. And that was exactly what it was, bragging. It never failed to rub Bridget the wrong way when someone, either consciously or unconsciously flaunted their wealth or status. She bit her tongue to keep from saying something smart, but she had the feeling she might wind up biting through it. She took a breath, and counted to ten in her head. She glanced over to Rachel and shot her a look that said 'Really? Can you believe this guy?'<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I know it's not the most comfortable offer, but a cab is going to cost you a minimum of thirty dollars depending on how far away you live. It's been a terrible evening, humor me and accept the ride."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"We don't live that far away, thank goodness. But yes, a cab ride would be costly, and quite frankly a waste of money. Especially if I have to take this thing into the shop." she said, and the look on her face said that she was worried about that. She really couldn't afford an outrageous mechanic bill. "I guess beggars can't be choosers." She stated. "We can sit in each other's lap if we have to, thats not a problem. I  just hope the damn thing has a seat belt." she stated. Though, would it even fit around them if they were sitting in each other's lap? She pursed her lips a bit, and pulled her keys from the ignition and threw them in her purse. She stepped out of the car and locked the door to her car. "So where is this fancy schmancy car of yours?"<br/>