<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sorry if I started to brag a little. Honestly, I'm not a huge car guy. I had my first Maybach that I picked up in the 1930's and the company heard that I had it in storage and that it was in near mint condition so we made an arrangement. They shaved a portion of the price of this car off in exchange for my donating my old Maybach to their museum." he sighed a bit and shrugged. "There are advantages to being excessively old and not throwing everything away."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"So you're like some ancient vampire hoarder?" Bridget asked, keeping her voice on the low side just in case Karl didn't want it broadcast that he was a vampire. She arched a brow at Karl and smirked at him. It was what he got for being so bragtastic. Bridget shivered and rubbed her arms, there was a slight breeze blowing, and though the night was warm, with her still wet dress the wind caused a chill. She'd be so glad to get home and out of the wet dress.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The master vampire opened the door for the girls and revealed that the inside looked more like the cockpit of a luxury jet fighter if such a thing existed. "Climb in ladies..." he said with a big smile and another sweeping gesture.<br/><br/>"Finally" Bridget murmured as the car came around the corner. It was impressive, she'd admit that. Maybe not out loud. So impressive, that she immediately felt nervous and uncomfortable. She swallowed harshly and glanced at the car, and back to Karl Friedrich. "I wish I had a towel or something, I don't, I don't want to mess up your seats." she said. It wasn't like her dress was dripping wet, but it was still fairly damp, and could possibly mess up his seats."I wouldn't want to know the cost of the leather in a car like that." she said. And a car like that had nothing less than leather seats.<br/><br/>"Wait a minute ma'am! I'll be right back." one of the valets said. He took off like a shot, back into the club. Bridget watched in confusion as the valet took off. What in the world could the valet be running after? They hadn't left anything in the club, so what he could he possibly be doing?<br/><br/>The question was answered when he returned a few moments later, carrying some clean bar towels. "You said you needed a towel ma'am. Here you go." the young man said as he handed them off to the redhead.<br/><br/>"Thank you." Bridget said as she took the towels. Well, wasn't that nice of him? Would have been nice if the bartender had offered her a towel in the club to dry off with. She took the towels and used them to cover the seat that she wouldn't damage the leather too much. She climbed in, and nodded at Rachel. "Luckily for you Rachel, the front of my dress isn't wet." she said.