JAG LYONS
Glancing at his GPS on his dashboard Jag couldn't help but feel like he was going the wrong way. But the GPS was, normally, always right so he followed it. He was in a rested position with his right elbow resting on the center console and steering with his right hand. His left hand was busy being outside the window, most would think this is irresponsible but there was no other car on this stretch of road and he was bored. His engine was purring and his music was playing, Jag liked his music loud and it showed as some Mayday Parade started playing.
Baby, I sorely miss the vibrant gleam
That's in your eyes
I'll write a song about it
And maybe if the melody's just right
I hope tonight it will find you
It will remind you
Jag was singing out loud as he was making a right turn to get to the house that Fel had set up for the group of friends. The house was freaking huge and he knew he was at the right place when he saw a very sexy 67 Mustang in the driveway. He pulled into the huge driveway and parked his car next to the Stang. He wolf whistled... at the car. He opened up the door and stepped out, he stretched and cracked his neck as he walked to the back of the vehicle and touched the touchpad to open the trunk. He retrieved his ACU pack and his ACU duffle bag and started moving towards the door. "Hey Freya! Whats up!"
He entered the house and announced," Sorry Im late guys!"