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[hellburning]

CHARACTERS: Kerberos (hellburning) & Ra (fatherofthegods)
DATE/TIME: Saturday around noon
LOCATION: Manhattan
RATING: R
WARNINGS: Angry people, language.
SUMMARY: Traffic jams are a pain in the ass.

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[fatherofthegods]

Ra was not pleased when his car came to a stop in the middle of traffic. He hadn't wanted to go into the office in the first place but Sekhmet had insisted she was fine, she could handle being on her own for the afternoon and there had been some emergency his assistant insisted needed his personal attention.

By the time he had finished he had wanted to hurry home at once so this traffic irritated, his driver telling him that it seemed to be pretty bad ahead which did not improve the sun god's mood in the slightest.

[hellburning]

An impatient sort of irritation enveloped Kerberos as he rolled the window down, only to have the blare of someone else's horn hit him. After a deep inhale, he could tell if there had been an accident, no one was injured, at least not mortally so. No scent of blood on the air. Too bad, he always did like seeing accident scenes.

A man stalked by angrily as the hellhound was lighting up a cigarette, figuring there was no other fucking option but to wait. Manhattan was full of way too many people. And far too many taxis, he noted, peering through the passenger side window. Just one massive sea of yellow and the occasional regular-colored vehicle.

He felt like a sitting duck. A very irritated sitting duck. The next person who passed his door would get a faceful of metal, he decided.

[fatherofthegods]

Despite the fact that it was mid-day, Ra was already starting to get a tired headache behind his eyes. Several people walked by the car though he didn't look up, not even at the sound of someone bumping into the car next to him. It was not his concern, at least not so far.

He had taken his phone out to send a quick message to Sekhmet and Set that he would be late for lunch and not to wait for him. He had a bad feeling that he was going to be here awhile, especially when his driver mentioned that it looked like that it seemed as if there was an accident ahead.

[hellburning]

Kerberos, however, felt differently.

The man who'd stalked away earlier had returned infuriated, and with the window open, most of his mumblings about it being a false alarm, not a real accident filtered through. And then he smacked into the side of the hound's car. Without so much as an apology -- not that it would have been accepted.

Ripping the keys from the ignition and pocketing them, he flew out of the driver's seat, slamming the door shut behind him with a force that nearly shook that side of the vehicle. All without facing the man, Kerby let a hand shoot out to grip the stupid ass by the throat and ram him skullfirst into the car that'd been next to him.

He didn't even take off his sunglasses first.