The car was pretty frickin sweet too. Chris let his fingers glide along the leather finish, and the cold metal of the car, before sliding into the passengers seat. It was pretty nice. It probably cost more than his family's house. For that price, it better be really nice.

He let out a laugh and gave his new friend a lopsided smile. "Yeah. Surrounded by 3 cop cars. Got to spend the night in jail. Mugshots and fingerprints are not sexy." Chris wrinkled his nose. It hadn't been his best idea. But it had been an idea? "In my defense, I was chasing after a demon who also stole a car. And then tried to run me over with it. He got away. I got arrested. Cause that's fair." His life was fun Wilhelm. Honestly it had only gone down hill from there. Cause, shortly after? He died.

"Is this your dream car or what?"