Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160224014417

"I got here by the metro," Azulius admitted, producing his Beacon student rail pass with a snap of the fingers. "I'm still not sure how long I'll be in Vale, so not much use buying a car yet.  Would have been nice to borrow a car from the family, but Violet wouldn't let me, for some reason.  Probably just trying to make my life harder, or some...wait, what?"

In one of the parallel parking spaces was a dark purple old-model Mustang, clearly well-maintained. Pinned underneath the driver's side windshield wiper was a scrap of paper, which Azzie grabbed and identified as part of a package of Nevermore's Ink Coffee:

Dear Zulie,

''Best of luck on your date. Don't screw this up.''

-Vio

P.S.  But take things easy, I don't need to be an aunt just yet.

After shooting a death glare in what he hoped was Violet's general direction, he opened the unlocked door and found the key in the ignition.

"Actually, Honara, change of plans.  Looks like we're driving there."