They climbed inside Mark's old car, Ethan sitting beside Mark in the front and Elara sliding into the back. The interior smelled faintly of old leather, takeaway food, and something vaguely mechanical.
'I never ended up getting my licence,' Ethan randomly realised.
He'd driven around the block before being locked up, and it hadn't really been on his list of priorities upon getting out.
'Would be great if I could just ride Wolfy around, but eventually my stats will get so high I can whizz around the city.'
Ethan smiled just thinking about it, but he was snapped back to reality when Mark inserted the key and turned it.
The engine coughed.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then suddenly, a grinding, protesting sound filled the car.
Ethan slowly turned his head.
"You sure this thing's making it there?"
"It's fine."
The engine sputtered again before roaring to life.
Mark smirked triumphantly.
"Told you."
Ethan leaned back.
"Barely."
With that, they set off.
