Family Outing... Car Shopping!!! (Scott & Jean)

[scott]

It was a Gruesome Site to be sure, the mangled wreckage of Scott's Car as it lay in a mound in the center of the Garage. For the last few weeks he had been forced to drive a number of the other vehicles owned by either Xavier or the School none of which had felt right for him. The bus had just been the final straw for him, well and the Insurance Adjusters Deciding that since Dawn wasn't on the Policy for his Mazda RX-8 they wouldn't cover the Damage so he was left with a totaled pile of Scrap Metal and no ride unless he took to enjoying to drive the Bus that the School kept around for taking the Students that couldn't drive to town in.

Needless to say it was starting send Scott into Spirals of Annoyance that his car was gone leaving him well Stranded as he hated Driving Xaviers Cars as they were all either too old or way to flashy for his tastes or the school vehicles that hadn't been nearly as nice as his RX-8 so he decided that he needed a car and well as such he would have to talk Jean into Parting with some of their hard earned savings to let him get a car... Meaning that in the end it would not be his car but their car even if he figured that she would want some ugly Sedan rather than a more sporty Coupe or even Worse a minivan.

So he sat Mopeing in the Garage wondering how things could get worse, short of being stranded in Alaska still... That would suck. It didn't help that since the villains had escaped from the raft things had been for the most part quiet and it was starting to grate on his nerves he kept expecting something somewhere to get blown up but nothing came and no was seen. Just the regular patterns of the normal villian that were for the various heroes easily stopped and put back into their cells but something bigger was happening what it was though Scott didn't know.

“Why Does everyone always take my car?”

the question was asked mostly to himself as he kicked a loose piece of metal that was in his path as he paced across the concrete floor. He heard it skidding across the floor to crash into something else that sounded Vaguely metallic though when he turned around he noted that it was just the bus. Then he Continued on his path meandering through the spacious and yet cluttered confines of the Garage that contained more vehicles than most would realize as a large portion of the Garage was actually underground letting them have a bigger Garage than it would otherwise be.

[Jean Grey-Summers]

Jean shuffled through the top drawer of her nightstand. The two had stored away some money in case of emergencies. With what was going on with Scott, this was an emergency. Dawn had stolen his car and crashed it turning in to a crumbled pile of sheet metal. Scott’s “baby” was gone and it was time to get a new one. She felt sorry for her husband and decided that it was time to go shopping for a new car. Sure there were plenty of cars at the mansion but none of them meet with Scott’s taste in cars. With success she found the stash of cash that she had hidden within a small locked box. Twisting the key just right so the box popped open she picked up the cash out of the box. She licked her thumb and shuffled through the cash pulling out around $60,000. Yes it was a lot of money to have hidden in a sock drawer but the two were sure they didn’t have the best of credit. Especially with Jean technically “dead” and with the two constantly on missions doing payments would be a bad idea since sometimes they would be gone for months and would end up skipping a payment and having the car repo. All in all it was for the best.

As Jean stuffed the money in her purse and grabbed her jacket that was lying on the bed she caught herself in the body mirror. She took a small pause staring at her self. Unknown to the people in the mansion, she was with child. She looked down at her growing belly and gently poked at the growing bump. For how far along she was she was looking good and she was grateful for that. Unfortunately, her bubbling joy was something she hadn’t shared with her good friends and her husband for the matter. Life had swept in on her and carried her away preventing her coming clean over the “incident”. She felt extremely guilty over not having told Scott about the whole yet and she knew that she had to tell him before the child was ready to be brought into their world. She bit her lower lip and quickly pulled the jacket on and swung her purse over her shoulder. In a lot of ways she was rather grateful being a telepath. It was easy for her to just create an illusion with the people around. She simple made them see what she wanted them to see and non-pregnant Jean Grey-Summers. She scurried her way down the garage where her husband and his hunk of metal was.

“Why Does everyone always take my car?”

“Maybe if it was less appealing to the eyes it wouldn’t happen.”

She said smirking at her husband as she turned around a corner into the garage. The clicking of her heels began to echo throughout the garage as she approached her husband. It seemed forever and a day that the two went out and did something normal. It had been a long time since they had even saw a movie together but here they were getting ready to find Scott a new car. A better and safer car.

[scott]

Scott's Meandering Pacing never ceased how to go about talking his wife into letting him dig into their emergency fund in order to buy a car sure they had no vehicle but then the school had transportation to spare a lot of them Classics in perfect condition though a lot of those had also been retrofitted so that Xavier could drive them himself. And their were the standard school fare of Buses and other vehicles. Scott's biggest problem was that most of the cars were either Drab and Dull or were so old that Scott wondered if the heaps could handle the rigorous life of Being owned by an X-man.

Oddly he was considering seeing if Their were any Street Legal Tanks available on the Car Market but he doubted that Jean would be down with that... So he would have to get something comparable or something at least big enough to be turned into a tank in some form or another... The only problem was that turning Xaviers 1938 Packard Town Car into his Personal Tank probably wouldn't make for a happy Xavier even if the car would be able go through trees rather than the tree going through the car.

“Maybe if it was less appealing to the eyes it wouldn’t happen.”

He turned at the sound of his wife as gorgeous as ever before... But then Scott was slightly biased in that opinion he was after all married to her. Her Fiery Locks of Red hair fell down her back in a cascade and her Eyes a deep Emerald Green were in the Garage a place prone to Oil Slicks and Students Escaping from class for a while to spend time with each other. It was Saturday though so most of the student were off Campus doing stuff that could be classified as Normal Teenager students while a lot of the Staff were either Grading Papers or enjoying a day off or both.

“I think it doesn't matter what I drive Logan will always find a way to steal it just because it is mine,”

Scott Retorted with a laugh knowing that when it came to Logan their was no better set of wheels than a pair borrowed from Scott without his Permission... Though most of the time his vehicles came back in one piece in Logan's hands so Scott had Learned to live with it now Dawn well he hadn't expected that whole series of Events so how would he have known that it was going to get shoved into a tree.

“Though I have to wonder why you came down to watch me mope over my pile of sheet Metal.”

[Jean Grey-Summers]

“I think it doesn't matter what I drive Logan will always find a way to steal it just because it is mine,”

Jean couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. It was true other than Dawn, Logan would steal Scott’s care and take it for a joy ride whenever he pleased. No matter how many times Scott would try to keep the car under lock and key Logan found a way to break it. The two had never really gotten along but they were capable of tolerating each other when it came to a mission. Jean sometimes wondered if it was because of her. She didn’t want to boast about it but she was fully aware of Logan’s feelings towards her. For whom Logan was it was in his nature to steal someone’s car and be a complete prick to the person that got what he wanted. In the case between Logan and Scott, Scott got Jean.

“Though I have to wonder why you came down to watch me mope over my pile of sheet Metal.”

“Because, I think its time to stop moping and get a new car.”

A wide grin spread across Jean’s face as she pulled out the money she took from their emergency cash, showing it to him. Scott had to face it the car was gone and their was no way it was coming back. If Dawn had crashed the car just right and didn’t ruin the frame Scott’s precious car would’ve been salvageable. If he wanted to he would’ve been able to restore it to its shiny look but sadly, a vehicle with a ruined frame was just mere junk. After flashing the cash in Scott’s face she tucked it inside her purse and just merely shrugged her shoulders. Yes it was emergency fund cash but with Scott, her husband, ‘til death did she part a hundred times over, she felt it was her duties as his wife to make him happy. It was obvious that she had a large chunk of cash but they still had enough left over just in case. Plus, it wouldn’t be hard for the two to save back up either.

[scott]

“Because, I think its time to stop moping and get a new car.”

Scott hadn't Expected his wife's answer as she spoke. He had expected her to just tell him to get over the pile of Sheet Metal but that would just go to who how far he had drifted from his wife because he also knew that she would never purposefully leave him sitting without a set of wheels that would keep him Comfortable when he drove around town. Though the Stack of Money she waved in his face looked like enough to give him a few options out on the Car Market possibly something better than an RX-8. So he couldn't help but be glad that he had married her and that she was willing to part with a piece of their Savings for a car which really wasn't that important in the long run it just made life easier if not better being able to go and do what they wanted when they felt like it.

Scott raised his eyebrows wondering if she was trying to play some kind of practical joke on him but that wasn't something that Jean would do so he let himself smile. But he was looking over her face and he decided that there had to be more to this than he realized almost as if she was trying to set him up to tell him something else that she hadn't found the time but he let that drift out of his mind.

“Well... Aren't you the most wonderful and thoughtful wife that a person could have.”

Scott Declared before wrapping his arms around her for a moment thinking over the contents of the Garage trying to decide what vehicle to take in the search of a car or whether or not they should just take a Taxi. Both of which would make some bit of sense if they took a Taxi they wouldn't have to worry about getting a second vehicle back to the house.

“So then are we going to call a Taxi to take us to town or are we going to take one of Xaviers cars.”

[Jean Grey-Summers]

“So then are we going to call a Taxi to take us to town or are we going to take one of Xaviers cars.”

“I’m thinking a taxi. I don’t think I would want to miss the look on your face when you drive your new car home.”

Jean wanted to see the look on Scott’s face, him bubbling with happiness over a new car. It was a priceless moment to watch. Another priceless moment was going to be brought up again. In a whole kind of “Surprise! We’re gonna have a baby!” sort of way. Jean was sure that Scott would be more happy and surprised over the car than the child. For who Scott was Jean would probably faint when he hears about the other thing but that was something to was going to happen in due time.

Reaching out with her mind she was able to find a taxi driver close to the mansion. With a simple mind trick with her powers she put it in the driver’s head that he was suppose to stop at the mansion and pick up Jean and Scott. With ease the taxi driver pulled up to the front gate and honked his horn letting his presence be known. Jean reached out a grabbed her husbands hand. With a quick turn on her heels she began to walk through the garage out to the taxi waiting for them leading her husband along the way. She felt the outing would be good for them. Jean had seen the opportunity to spend some alone time with Scott, without anyone bothering them. An opportunity that Jean quickly seized. No Students. No X-Men. No Missions. No Emma, even though she was MIA but with Jean’s luck the one time things were going smoothly between the two, Emma would prance in through the door. A nice day for the two.

“Let’s go! The Taxi’s outside waiting for us!”

[scott]

“I’m thinking a taxi. I don’t think I would want to miss the look on your face when you drive your new car home.”

“My face isn't that Interesting is it?”

Scott asked nonchalantly, For whatever reason it was easier to let down his guard when his wife was around perhaps it was all the things they had gone through and done, the battles that had kept them apart the years of escaping the X-men only to find themselves drawn back in once again. It helped that he got to look forward to hopefully getting a nice car that could possibly be able to survive the life of an X-Vehicle. Though he also knew that would depend on what they liked and what they had the money for among other things.

Of course he also was clueless to the slight bump hidden from his site by his wife wrapping him in a Telepathic bubble making him unknowingly seeing her no different than normal. It wasn't long before he heard the honking of a car at the front gate and his wife half dragged him out of the garage though he started following quickly enough holding his wife's hand gently the reassurance of being there rather than a possessive Urgency of newfound lovers.

“Let’s go! The Taxi’s outside waiting for us!”

Scott didn't really have a choice though looking at the heap before him he wanted to walk to town and not ever see the cab again. It was a puke Green in color patched with rust and bald tires the driver had a straw sitting in his mouth and a cowboy hat perched on his head making him look as if he belonged in the rodeo and not a Taxi.

“Where Ya'll goin',”

He called out his window before spitting Tobacco Juice in their direction where it landed right in front of Scott. Scott was finding the car less and less needed with every moment but in the end his wife ended up getting him into the car As much of a deathtrap as it looked like. And the inside was if it all possible worse than the outside as the entirety of the front of the car was covered in month old FastFood containers, Cigarette Cartons, and Cans of Chewing Tobbacco.

“A car Lot... Preferably alive and in one piece.”

It seemed that the dense driver took that moment to Notice the Red headed Beauty that blessed the car with her very presence.

“Now ya listen her city Slicker, I get you down to there Car Lot an all but in Favor fer the lift I wan' the Pretty lady to spend the night with a real man... Someun' who can give her somtin you can'

It took Scott every ounce of Control not to blast the bumpkin out of the car and in fact if it wasn't for Jean Sitting next to him he probably would have ripped the retard a new one just for talking about her as if she was an object rather than a person... But he also figured that Jean would rip him a new one anyway so he would wait and just tell the idiot he wasn't paying for the ride simply cause he was harassing Jean.

“Ya Here abou' dem Mutie Convics that all escap'd from that there floating jail they got out in the Harbor...Well it don' matter I hear that their some conspiracy to kill all o' us reglar folks er somethin o' the like ya know... Well I t'ink they shoul' put them Sentinels out int eh streets agin get them all in line or in a rubber box someplace where we 'onest folk's don have ter woory abou' them killing us er somethin.”

Scott was finding the spitting grinning and lecherous Driver annoying and every moment Sent him closer to smashing the guy into a bloody sack of Potatoes especially with the cracks about locking up Mutants and other Super humans.

[Jean Grey-Summers]

Jean felt sick to her stomach as the Taxi driver hacked a disgusting wad of spit near Scott’s feet. The odd color was just as disgusting as the man’s actions. Crawling into the back seat of the Taxi with Scott was even worse. The floor and back seat was littered with old half eaten fast food, empty cigarette packs, cartoons, and chew cans. With Jean being pregnant her sense in smell seemed keener than it use to be. Jean had noticed her sudden change of smell whenever she had caught drift of Logan smoking one of his cigars. The sweet smoky smell of his cigars had Jean running to the bathroom along with a massive headache. To that point she had tried to avoid Logan at all costs. Avoiding the cigar smell and the fear that his keen ability of smell and hearing would blow her little secret. The smell of rotted hamburgers, old fries, and stall cigarette smoke filled her nose. She felt her stomach literally doing flips, unfortunately no porcelain gods were near by. She held her breath trying not to take in the smell, she franticly dug through her purse finding a napkin inside. She used it to cover her mouth and nose so she could breathe again. If Jean had the option of using a gas mask she would take it in a heart beat but the napkin had to work.

“Now ya listen her city Slicker, I get you down to there Car Lot an all but in Favor fer the lift I wan' the Pretty lady to spend the night with a real man... Someun' who can give her somtin you can'

”It takes more than a real man to handle a woman like me and that man is sitting right next to me.”

Jean replied to the man with a bitter tone through the white napkin covering her face. She was beginning the regret telepathically pulling the taxi driver over to pick the two up. She glanced over at Scott with an “I’m sorry” face. She truly didn’t mean to pull over this type of taxi driver.

She held her breathe in once again, laying the napkin in her lap. She searched for the seat belt but soon discovered that the straps were in but no the buckles to connect them together. She looked up at Scott giving him a worried looked. Taking the two straps she tried a knot around her waist. It was the next best thing to do for a seatbelt. She grabbed the napkin once more and covered her face with it. She was getting very proud of herself that she hadn't shown her husband and the cab driver what she had for breakfest.

“Ya Here abou' dem Mutie Convics that all escap'd from that there floating jail they got out in the Harbor...Well it don' matter I hear that their some conspiracy to kill all o' us reglar folks er somethin o' the like ya know... Well I t'ink they shoul' put them Sentinels out int eh streets agin get them all in line or in a rubber box someplace where we 'onest folk's don have ter woory abou' them killing us er somethin.”

Jean was getting fed up with the taxi driver. First, he had to try and pick her up right in front of her husband. Now he had to sit and blab his mouth about how much he hated mutants. With Jean’s hormones in overcharge she was getting angrier with him by the minute. Having to talk about sentinels would do the job. If only the man knew what she had dealt with when it came to sentinels.

“I don’t see how sentinels are the way to fix the world’s problems. Have you not heard about Spider-Man or the Avengers? You don’t see them harming people, no you see them protecting the people and surprise! The majority of them are “muties”. If it wasn’t for them and the other mutants doing such brave things with no thanks from people like you, I seriously doubt you would be here today. Now if you don’t mind, we would prefer to get to the car lot without your racist comments about mutants.”

Normally, Jean wouldn’t have blown up on the cab driver like that but with her hormones going up and down she suffered from mood swings almost on a daily basis. If the man was going to continue his bad mouthing about mutants, Jean was seriously going to force him to pull the cab over. Her and Scott would just find a better and safer way to get to the car lot.

[scott]

For every Moment sitting in the car was becoming more like Torture for Scott, It was worse because his wife was in the car dealing with the inanane Mutant hating comments of the person driving the car. If driving the vile being before them was doing. He seemed to ignore every rule of the road sending the car skewing around cars into oncoming Traffic and seemingly hitting every bump in the road turning up new smells and object with every turn. Until eventually the Car slammed to a stop in front of a horrendous looking car lot with a 4 foot 6 inch guy that looked as if he weighed a good 300 lbs. Sitting in a chair that looked about ready to fall apart wearing a pair of Coveralls without a shirt leaving the rolling rolls of Fat visible to the eyes.

“Thur ya go City Slicker one Car Lot ter buy a new awtomobyle.”

Scott didn't bother asking what kind of Car lot instead he dove out of the car hoping that he wouldn't become rodent infested or something from his time sitting in the car. It didn't help that the driver got out and walked to what looked like a busted up Winnebago that should have been in a Junk Yard and come out a bout 5 minutes later clad in a Yellowed Suit that had holes covering the knees and was covered in filth.

“Thankee fer Stoppin in at Andies Awto Alley... I'm Andy and this be Auto Alley... So wat be yer lookin fer t'day.

“You have got to be joking, not only do we get the nastiest Cab Driver but we get the Grungiest Car dealer too.”

Scott whispered as he noted that Jean was looking almost Green though in truth he didn't blame her he was half expecting the Noxious car to go flying over the horizon what with the rancid reek that surrounded it.

[Jean Grey-Summers]

Jean couldn’t believe the situation she had gotten the two in. She felt she was better off going on a dangerous mission with a slim chance of surviving than being stuck in the vehicle they were in. With every sharp turn and bump they hit on the road, Jean’s stomach did full on flips. She closed her eyes praying to the heavens that her and her husband made it out of the vehicle in one piece. This wasn’t how Jean wanted to end her life… again. Once the car had come to a screeching halt, Jean franticly untied the seat belt around her wait and literally dived out of the car. She didn’t look twice to see if Scott had gotten out safely. At this time she was more concerned for her life and the life of her child’s than the child’s father.

“Thur ya go City Slicker one Car Lot ter buy a new awtomobyle.”

Without saying a word to the cab driver, Jean shoved the required money with no tip into his hand and turned around walking away from him and toward the car lot. Jean thought the day couldn’t get any worse after the cab ride but she was sadly mistaken. Her eyes widened as she looked at the grossly overweight man. Jean shook her head in disbelief. She had to wonder what she did wrong in a past life to get this forced upon her.

“Thankee fer Stoppin in at Andies Awto Alley... I'm Andy and this be Auto Alley... So wat be yer lookin fer t'day.”

“You have got to be joking, not only do we get the nastiest Cab Driver but we get the Grungiest Car dealer too.”

“I doubt this place has a decent working car…”

She whispered back to Scott. The place looked more like a junk yard than a car dealership. Jean shook her head again. If the two of them were able to even find a working car she would be surprisingly shocked. She took a couple steps closer to her husband and jabbed him in the back forcing him to take a couple steps closer to the car dealer.

“He’s looking for a new car.”

[scott]

Scott's eyes covered as they were looked over the Car lot seeing nothing at all worth driving as the Taxi Driver turned Car salesman stood Smiling reveling a toothless smile. He noted Jean next to him out of the Corner of his eye as she looked around the lot herself. He was having doubts almost immediately as he stood there in annoyance that he was brought to probably the most disreputable dealership in the city though Scott noted looming but a few blocks in either direction signs for Dodge Chevrole and Ford among others all marked by signs towering above the street.

“I doubt this place has a decent working car…”

Scott agreed almost immediately but that didn't stop Jean from Nudging him forward closer to the Man as he stood there taking in what Jean has said about him needing a car as Andy began to walk back and forth obviously thinking about something or another before he stopped and looked at the pair bleerily as if he was looking at something other than the pair of them.

“Le's See here, I needs a car wit class an' style. Room fer a couple a City slickers lookin' fer sometin' wit style... George Go grab that there Midget from da back it migh make this pair happy.”

Looking like a Bloated ballon the other person wandered off and soon something came pulling around the corner that was sending sparks from the ground on the driers side as it drove across the pitted Concrete. Scott glared at the car as he realized how tiny it was and almost laughed at the Dealer for thinking something like that would work for him.

“I don't know what planet your from But I am not driving a Clown car.”

Scott spewed not even wanting to look at the place any more as the tires fell off the midget right in front of them as it stopped leaving the Fat gopher stuck as if he was stuck in a can.

“Jean I don't think I Would be comfortable buying from here, we should leave. And go some place else.

[Jean Grey-Summers]

“Le's See here, I needs a car wit class an' style. Room fer a couple a City slickers lookin' fer sometin' wit style... George Go grab that there Midget from da back it migh make this pair happy.”

Jean’s eyes widened at the sight of the car rolling around the corner. Did the car salesmen actually think they would buy a piece of crap like that? Jean shook her head in disbelief. The day the two were having was incredible. First a cab driver that was probably from Kentucky or traveling with the carnival some how reincarnated into the car salesman. Jean felt like a headache was coming on and that headache was being caused by the car salesman.

“I don't know what planet your from But I am not driving a Clown car.”

Jean could tell by the tone of Scott’s voice that he refused to see anything else from this place. She didn’t blame him the humor of the car lot was wearing thin. It was time to leave before her husband sent an optic blast flying towards the car salesman. Something she wouldn’t put past him at the moment. Now was the time to leave. If they stuck around they would probably be caught in this sort of hell and be stuck there forever. Something Jean didn’t want.

“Jean I don't think I Would be comfortable buying from here, we should leave. And go some place else.”

“You think?”

She replied to her sarcastically. It was obvious that the two needed to get out of that place and get out now! Jean wasn’t wasting any time. She turned around and began to walk away from the lot. For as long as she lived she swore she would never set foot on to this certain car lot again. It was a dump and it was more for a car lot for the homeless bums on the street. Something she and Scott were not. There had to be a better place to buy a car from and this place wasn’t it. This time Jean felt it would be better to walk than to grab another cab. She didn’t want to take the risk for getting another carnival cab driver from Kentucky.

[scott]

It wasn't long till Scott was following Jean away from the Junk yard in the direction of what he could only hope would be a better Car Dealership farther into Town. One that could bring forth a car that would benefit not only himself but his wife in the coming future. As they walked he found his hand slipping into her own as if they were taking a moonlit stroll along some beach as they did on a number of occasions in their younger years.

He reminisced about the past years the tribulations that had kept them apart only to bring them back together stronger for it. Jean was in fact every thing to him. Sure Nathan and Rachel each had their place but it was Jean more than anyone that kept him going that he pushed forward through all the hardships for. Buying a car was just another thing that they would get to do together and frankly he didn't mind sure he would have rather had time to figure out what he wanted but then perhaps this was something he needed to do just get out and stop thinking about everything for once.

He couldn't help but find a smileupon his face as he strolled through the concrete streets of New ork meandering about with his wife seeking something that he didn't quite know what it was... Well until they ended up at a four way stop and situated at each corner was a major Detroit Car dealer on one Side sat a Ford Shelby GT 500 Convertible Staring Down what looked like the upcoming 2010 Chevrolet Camaro and a Dodge Challenger. It was something that he hadn't quite expected three vehicles each one more beautiful then the last as he stood gazing upon the unique lines that identified each to them.

His eyes also spied through the tinted red glasses that were in many ways his personal trademark. A Trio of people standing watching them like dogs after a prized steak waiting for it to enter it's yard. They all stood with almost military precision in their Fitted suits that one would have never bought off a rack. All were eyeing the pair that stood deciding which place to enter first and more importantly which car to test drive first.

“So then dear, Where do we start?”

[Jean Grey-Summers]

Jean felt like they were young lovers again. Holding hands while the walked about the streets of New York City in search for this new car. Her thoughts began to linger over the times they shared together. When they first meet, the many years they were together as team a part of the X-Men. Her death and resurrection. She was rather curious though. How many times had she broken Scott’s heart? She knew she had shattered it to pieces when she sacrificed herself. When she turned down his proposal to marriage. In the end, she figured she made up for those heartbreaks. She came back to life and instead of Scott proposing the second time she proposed instead. It seemed all those memories were just yesterday to her. Funny, how time flies when you’re having fun. A small smile was visible on Jean’s face when the couple had seen a few car lots they all looked ten times better than the trailer trash car lot.

“So then dear, Where do we start?”

Jean wasn’t blind. She knew what Scott was spying on. From across the street were three dazzling cars. A Shelby GT 500, 2010 Chevrolet Camaro, and a 2009 Dodge Challenger. She gently nudged Scott with a slight grin on her face pointing at the car lots. Their was no need for him to ask her where to go. She knew where he wanted to go and that was where they were going. It didn’t even take a telepath like her, to figure out what was catching Scott’s eye. She continued to look about the dazzling and expensive sports cars deciding which one to test drive first.

“I’m thinking the… Shelby?”

[scott]

“I’m thinking the… Shelby?”

It hadn't teken long for Jean to decide which they should test Drive first and for Scott at least he didn't mind. By the end of the day he was planning on running them each ragged to decide which of the beasts he would rather own so It was with that in mind that he Stepped onto the Ford Dealership a Confident smile and a gleam in his eyes as he looked over the lines of the Shelby Cobra. He could feel it calling to him asking for him to send it skittering through the concrete Jungle of New york.

As soon as his foot hit the property of the Ford Dealership the salesman was upon the Married pair like a Wolf pouncing upon dinner. A False smile spread across the sales mans eyes that didn't quite reach the Money green eyes. His eyes glanced upon Jean for a single second before strutting up to Scott and placing his hands around Scott's shoulder.

“Hi there, Welcome to Dawson's Ford... Names Dawson. Couldn't help but notice you eyeing the Cobra up there you wouldn't happen to feel like test driving it would you.”

The false cheer and the proximity of the man riled Scott up a little as frankly he didn't know the man and the fact that he was blatantly ignoring Jean as if she was some item on display that he toted around like a prize. Scott instead removed the mans arm making sure not to turn it into some kind of Throw that would send him careening into a car. The mans words though felt polished as if he had been using that line on at least a dozen people or more trying to sell the car that had brought Scott to the lot.

Scott instead Walked over to the car and with a grin spoke.

“Actually I figured that I wanted to mount the car on a plaque... Of course I want to test drive it.”

He didn't wait on the Salesman to say anything and instead crawled into the Drivers seat put the top down and waited for Jean to get in and the salesman to crawl in though by the way he looked he was about to crawl into the Passenger seat.