❝ Urging me out of my cloaks and pastels is hardly enough to claim credit for all of my taste. ❞ Regina retorted quickly, eyes narrowing at the woman, though she couldn’t quite put any spite behind them. Nor could she tame the smirk that kept tugging at her lips. She might have never expected to see Maleficent again, but even less so did she expect to feel herself falling prey to so many old habits.
Shaking her head at the goading Maleficent continued in, Regina finally got to her feet, arms crossed across her chest a singular skeptical eyebrow rose toward her hairline. She couldn’t believe she was allowing herself to be talked into this, or that she’d been talked into any of the other more-than-questionable things they’d already done. But – she’d be damned if she actually did let Maleficent loose on her own behind the wheel of a demonic car covered in fur.
❝ So you want me to just — get in the car and do what, exactly? A midnight car tour of the town? ❞
She hoped her skepticism would wear through some of the obvious sarcasm, despite the fact that she was already finding her coat to pull it on. There simply remained that one small, solitary hope that whatever bee had crawled its way into Maleficent’s bonnet might simply buzz right out before she found herself stranded with a flat tire.
Drawing in a deep breath and letting out sharply as she attempted to make something passable of her mussed hair, she then held out both hands in a sign of less than convinced surrender. ❝ I’ll go. But I will be driving. ❞
A pleased grin emerged when Regina gave in, though there hadn’t been too much doubt she would, as she always did, it was still a victory all the time. And one she had no plans of letting her live down either. Just what would her thief think? If he were here to ask. But alas.
❝ We can start with THAT — and see where the night takes us. ❞
She answered once her coat had been cinched tight around her waist, with a very intention sliver of cleavage left visible. Ever the shameless dragon.
Eager to keep things moving lest Regina suddenly change her mind, Maleficent pulled the door open and gestured for her to step outside first. Cold, crisp air met her lungs when she followed, a relief in comparison the stuffiness of the cabin. Though much of Storybrooke itself was stuff — but it would be moderately entertaining nonetheless; with Cruella not only asleep but beginning to snore in the background, the cabin had been feeling all the more cramped. At least the car afforded them a spacious backseat…should anything interesting happen on their outing.
❝You can decide where we go first.❞