Evan Aaronson's hovercar was dark sapphire blue, perfect for night-sky rides. The lifters were plasma-powered, so they didn't give off greenhouse gases and were silent - a two-in-one bonus. There were two rows of backseats - perfect for squeezing in a drunk idiot and one still crying from pepper spray.

"You don't have to do this," Trilli said for the millionth time.

Evan shrugged. "You need a hovercar, I have one. It's that simple. Why wouldn't I help?"

He climbed into the driver's seat, motioning for Trilli to take shotgun. As she climbed in, she couldn't help but smile at the annoyed faces of thirty women and two men who had broken away from their dance partners to watch him drive away. The dark blue hovercar sped off into the sky, flashing in the moonlight. Before long, they were level with the five spires of Mystic Tower, the highest building in the city. The sunset had long since died, and Trilli shivered a little, as the car had no roof and she hadn't brought a jacket.

She glanced across the dashboard, looking for anything to make conversation about, still too embarrassed by her friends to look Evan in the eyes. "Right-hand drive," she murmured. "Was this commissioned?"

Evan laughed, vibrating through the car and into the night sky. "Yes," he said. "Not the first thing I'd expect you to ask about, but yes, it was. I've always been more comfortable on this side."

"Cool," Trilli murmured, watching the cityscape below them. "Those were common in Old America, right? But they don't use them here much..."

He nodded. After realizing she wasn't looking, "Yes," he said. "I just like to be a little... daring." He chuckled slightly.

"Mm," Trilli acknowledged, watching the city zip by below.

"You know," he said after a time, turning to her. "I can't take you home if I don't know where I'm going."

"Let's get Carlos home first," Trilli muttered. "So that he doesn't jump us while we're sitting here."

"Gotcha," he murmured. "Which way?"

"Room 505, fourth building from the right on Fascinate Street," she listed. "Not sure where that is from here."

"Got it," Evan murmured, swinging left - and stopping.

Trilli looked with quick, nervous eyes across the city, her mind on their earlier conversation about dark places underground with creepy things waiting to grab you.. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing," he said. "I just had an idea." He turned to her. "You're Glamour-born, correct? From Thrill by birth?"

"Um, yes?" she offered. What does he want?

"So you can take a thrill?" he said, smirking.

"What in the world do you meeEEEAAAAN?!"

He had stomped on the gas pedal and sent the hovercar flying between buildings at top, silent speed. The engine vibrated under Trilli's seat as she gripped the car door, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming. He laughed aloud as he yanked the steering wheel hard to the right, tipping the hovercar completely sideways. Trilli was glad for her seatbelt, or she'd have bit the dust, falling five hundred feet into the concrete streets below.

After what felt like hours, though it was maybe a minute, Evan stopped, pulling the car upright. "Sorry about that," he said, and his voice had that lilt to it again, but it vanished more quickly this time. "I've never actually tested how fast this thing goes." He laughed slightly, leaning on the steering wheel.

"At least give me a warning next time, you maniac!" Trilli exclaimed, but she was laughing, her ponytail in shambles. Behind them, Monty threw up over the side of the hovercar.

"Ah," Evan said lightly, glancing around them. "We should start moving before someone gets hit by that."

"I second that," Trilli whispered, her accent stronger now that she was excited.

He pulled away, driving calmly through the night sky. Trilli directed them to Carlos's apartment, and they unceremoniously dropped him through the window.

"I suppose we should drop off your other friend now," Evan mentioned lightly. "Where does he live?"

To Be Continued When The Writing Goblin Gets Off My Keyboard Already...