Description: *Season Three, Episode Nineteen* Yo Yo yo, whassup? It's time for another episode of pimp my ride. What'cha driving Bbbbbbbb?! Yo this is a fancy car, but first before we can pimp it, we needa clean it up. You know you wanna see these wheels in action.
Ah, downtown Metro City. Unlike some parts of the metropolis, it's a good place to take a drive in, which is precisely what celebrity boxer Dudley is doing in his shiney red vintage Jaguar convertible. The engine hums as he cruises the avenue in front of the city hall, with the smooth New Wave sounds of 'Duran Duran' playing softly from the radio. Truly, it is a blessed day, with the temperature being pleasant enough to ride with the top down. Dudley himself, with his combed hair waving slightly in the wind and calm gaze focused on the road, is driving with his gloves on, a feat that only he has been known to do.
Getting to Metro was hard when you were broke. Somehow though the witch manages to do it. . . And then she's totally out of money, I mean she can't even afford a bowl of noodles, which isn't an american food. So lets see. She can't afford a hot dog or like a mcbiscuit. This was her home country though so she should be right at home. Yep. She literally waits for the richest car to come to a stop and then rushes to it with a spray bottle and a squeegy, how did she get that? Don't ask. She totally is gonna light this nice windshield up. Vintage jagwar? She doens't know what that means. She just knows people who own cars can usually afford to give her monies.
Dudley double-takes when a girl dressed as a witch approaches his car to presumably give it a wash. Dudley, always one to help out the down and out when he can, and slows down the car smoothly for Naerose. "Good evening miss!" he says in a voice that exudes class. "Excellent weather today, isn't it? Normall in November I drive with the top down."
"Yep, " The witch says cheerfully while doing a superb job of cleaning the windshield, then she looks at Dudley's hands, woah, is it possible he is wearing boxing gloves? Maybe he isn't and she just thinks they're big hands. Well either way there is one thing to keep in mind when washing a window. Wash as many windows as you can for as long as you can.
The way you get these tips is totally not from doing a good job, it's from making people wish you'd stop doing it all together. So Naerose cleans and talks cleans and talks.
"So do you like to gamble? I hear they're opening up a kickin new casino with all sorts of neat stuff soon in this city!"
"I enjoy it, yes. Though I avoid the one-armed bandits. Usually it's poker, blackjack, craps or the roulette wheels," Dudley says. "Some of my friends have played high stakes poker tournaments, they say it's quite fun. Myself, I prefer the non-televised games with other 'high rollers'."
"Non televised ?" She asks, not bothered by having stopped traffic to have a conversation and clean someone's windows,
"So like what sort of events? Are you into the big rich people stuff like polo? I've heard Polo is really neat and it has something to do with water, not really sure why it costs so much to do. What about horse racing? Do you like that?" She's really into asking questions it seems tonight. You know wait staff try to get tips byy being nice afterall.
"I heard this new casino will have some sort of arena. Not sure why though, maybe you should find out."
Dudley glances in his rear-view mirror at cars behind him starting to move around him. He tugs at his bow tie. "Ah, yes, I am something of an equestrian, though I'm not into horseback riding as much as others. So I don't play much polo." He opens his glovebox as he talks, perhaps to get some cash for the girl. "Water polo is, you see, something like soccer except played in a pool. Official polo is played on horseback and involves hitting the playing piece with sticks around."
"Oh er right, so it's like hockey on horses? Can you check each other?" Asks the witch while she goes about cleaning the mirrors and the door handles and the rims, she's just going around this vehicle, though it should be noted that the car in question is quite clean to begin with. This however doesn't stop Naerose, she knows how things work in the states, cleaning something that is already clean just means you did an excellent job when it ends up clean at the end up your 'job'.
"What about like underground events? Like those?"
"I believe checking is illegal," says Dudley, still slightly confused at this strange person. He feels a bit trapped in her conversation, and hurriedly tries to find his checkbook so he can get out of here. "Also I'm not certain about 'underground' polo. Though it may exist; perhaps they use steroid-boosted horses or the like."
"That would not be very sporting right?" She says, running out of things to clean so she does the antenna, and then umm.. She runs out of things more, she starts to do the front grill.
"This is a really nice car, I bet you have a really special place to park it you know, keep it clean and safe and all. " The witch says cheerfully,
"I've been looking for a place to park my scooter."
"I do have a multi-car garage. I collect a number of models," says Dudley. Ah-ha, his checkbook! Dudley grabs a pen along with it and opens it up. "Do you have a motor scooter, a Vespa perchance?" Dudley inquires. "I must also ask, to whom shall I make this check out for?"
"Check..? Do I need an account to cash a check? At a bank? " She probably doesn't though, "I'm Naerose Delphine," The witch says with a bright smile and then starts spraying the leather of the seats.
"So do you live in Metro then? Must be a big mansion or something." The witch goes on, casually keeping the convesration alive while the boxer is forced to .. wait forced? He could always just break her hands?
Dudley writrs the check out for Naerose. "Oh, you do not need an account to cash checks, I believe," says Dudley. "How does 20 dollars sound?" He tries to cover the seats with a big arm though. "Ah, the seats are already taken care of, miss! No need to overexert yourself!"
"I live in London, England, for the record. I like to visit Metro from time to time," he adds.
"Twenty sounds like.. a lot! You must want me to do more work," the witch exclaims and continues her work, not doing the seats and instead doing the license plate. Probably people are going to be hawking if they can't just go around the more or less parked vehicle.
"So how do you get your car here from london?"
Dudley checks his watch...and oh no! He's got to make it to the young men's academy nearby for a motivational speech! He hands Naerose the check. "No no, that is fine, quite alright! I must be off, really, it was a pleasure, you do good work and I appreciate your fine eye for cleaning."
And.. the witch is totally left in a cloud of exhaust. Maybe not from Dudley, who is likely far to nice to do it. . but the other cars going by are totally not so nice, they wanted to get past her fast.. so.
"Ah.. bye." The witch says and waves to the taillights.
Log created on 21:04:56 11/07/2007 by Naerose, and last modified on 09:25:20 11/08/2007.