For more than a mile away, citizens of Crocus could hear the revving of an impossibly loud car engine as it zoomed through the wide city streets of the nation's capital. It was none other than Louie Calvin Klein, driving through Crocus in his golden Pherrari. Although the car he drove seemed to change every other day, his inability to drive safely and responsibly remained unchanged. He had his iLac in one hand and the steering wheel in the other. He was blasting music that somehow rivaled the noise the car engine made, and his backseat was full of shopping bags while his passenger seat held a carton of Joyan meat kebabs he bought from a restaurant deeper in the city.
Louie wasn't always suits and fondue, after all. Today, charcoal was his aesthetic. A charcoal beanie with a charcoal jacket, with a simple white teeshirt underneath. He wore round, thin-rimmed shades, and shiny black loafers to bring it all together. Although it appeared to be a very casual look, everything he wore was awfully expensive and designer. The blonde might've had expensive and picky tastes when it came to fashion, but he wasn't nearly as rigid with food. Even though he looked down on most people in this third-world nation, he'd eat anything he thought tasted good. In fact, the cuisine was one of the reasons he traveled across the continent so often. The multimillionaire indulged in food from either side of the price spectrum, regardless of the socioeconomic class of the people preparing it. It was one of the only things he wasn't... well, Louie over.
"♪ Yeah, you f*cking with some wet ass p****! Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass p****! Give me everything you got for this wet ass p****! ♪" Louie sung in sync with the music blasting from his stereo as he made sharp turns around corners and sped down the streets. He'd frequently peek down to his lap, scrolling down his direct messages between him and Nessa, sending her the link to the very song he was singing—WAP by Kardi G. Needless to say, he was in a pretty good mood. He'd been experiencing more and more excitement during his heists as Prada lately, and he was visiting Fairy Tail more and more even if it was really only to drag Nessa along somewhere. Even though that beast Vandrad had been killing his buzz with that disgusting behavior of his, a lot of good things were present to improve his mood. He was leaning on his comfortable leather car seat, bobbing his head up and down to the beat of the trendy new song, his ruby lion-like eyes darting between the road ahead of him and his iLac. He was feeling good!
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