Vampire Cars at a Private Pub
*Takes places after the events of the Vampire Cars 2 AU*
Pub song has my most favorite verse lyrics in Neath! a Fallen London Song by The Stupdendium. At about 7:48.
Every now and then, the vampiric WGP racers and C.H.R.O.M.E spy often find themselves in a pub that is set deep underground, far from the scorching sunlight (as if London could get sunny but no one wants to risk that after the Buckingham Palace incident). Mostly to commiserate on their unrunning state.
Leland Turbo starts off the song after a sip of both Rod and Finn's donor fuel. The bluish gray eyes wavering in melancholic determination as the spy car set his glass down with a sigh.
"Every worried soul in this sorry hole. Lost, forgotten and with all tomorrows stole."
Raoul Caroule then picks up the song, Shu's donor fuel now with the hint of the sweet blossoms of his home country. Hints of resentment and vengeance flicker blood red flecks in the icy blue.
"Dead and buried but the dead are very much aware of it and hell, they've paid a horrid toll."
Max his best friend rubs a tire on his elongated wing mirrors. His own raspberry hued eyes shifting slowly to his once previous indigo as he nursed a pint of Nigel's fuel.
"How'd we'd come to be? Down here underneath? Doubt we'll ever feel the sun upon our cheeks."
Carla scoffs as she downs Miguel's fuel in one fell swoop, her blue green paint job creating frost in proximity on her glass.
"Never see another summer but we've one another lust or comfort, love or some relief."
Lewis grumbles under his breath as he tried to focus on the bright sunny smile of Jeff (not just when the engine hitched and sent that mouthwatering aroma into his vents), toying with his own glass of donor fuel.
"Someone to hold me tightly. Someone to treat me rightly. Someone to come down to shun the ennui and boredom."
Long Ge helpfully added his own commentary, sharp electric blue eyes and slitted pupils as he swiped a streak of Vitaly's fuel with a forked tongue off his bumper.
"With one to hold me closely nights mightn't be so lonely. Stranded helpless in the dark and reaching for them."
Francesco's vulnerability was seen in just a millisecond but soon his typical Italian bravado was drawn over his face like a sheet over a cadaver. Although none of the other patrons in the pub bought that for even an instant as he sipped delicately at Sally and Lightning's fuel.
"London town laid to rest underground, but still yet deeper down are we falling, falling, falling, falling."
All of the vampiric cars join in as one at the conclusion of the song, clinking their drinks together to toast their unrunning lives.