The Oxford, watcher bound, youngest son of the Giles' was no more. He had changed. Transformed. Reformed. And there was no better feeling.

"For Christ sakes Ripper I thought you said you were quick." Ethan growled. It had been ten minutes since his friend had begun hotwiring the car, after having been promised it would be done in less than five.

"And you didn't tell me you were such a git." Ripper shot back. His concentration on twisting the wires under the car was lost for a moment when Ethan shoved his boot against his exposed leg.

"Piss off," Ripper kicked his foot out blindly in a hope to catch him but was only met with a stifled laugh from Ethan who had backed up ahead of time. Of all the things mess up with Ethan Rayne, the one thing he wished he could change about him was his level of patience. The man was like a child when it came to waiting, and quite frankly, it was annoying.

"Alright, give it a jump then." Ripper said as he crawled out from beneath the 1975 Austin 1800. It was dingy and painted an offense color of orange. While somewhat popular, he had no likes for the design.

"It better work." Ethan mumbled to him after he gave him a hand up, circling around to slip into the driver's seat.

"It'll run, trust me." Ripper said as he slid into the passenger's side. He wiped his grease ridden hands off on his jeans before handing the keys over to Ethan. At least, I think it will. Ethan jabbed the keys into the ignition, pressed down the gas, and let the engine rev several times. A smile grew across his face when the engine stayed on, signaling that the hotwiring had been a success.

"Good boy." Ethan told him with the grin still on his face. Ripper scoffed in reply, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. Now it was time for the real fun. With a car they could go anywhere they wanted, do whatever they pleased and forget about whatever problems plagued their minds. It felt good to be this rebellious. It was a rush he couldn't seem to get high enough from, there was so much power in letting everything go and just living. Ethan had shown him a different world that he never before knew existed, and it was fascinating.

Ripper sparked his lighter and brought the flame to the cigarette that was being held between his teeth. Just before it caught Ethan slammed his foot down on the gas, causing the car to jerk forward.
"Damn it, Ethan." Ripper cursed his friend's lack of awareness. The cigarette remained, but the lighter had fallen somewhere along the floor of the smirked in clear amusement of the situation. The boy still had much to learn, and now was going to be a good start. Ethan liked keeping things interesting and surprising, so whenever possible he liked to give things a little 'spark' so to speak. Tonight he figured would be Ripper's first lesson in creating a little chaos, a lesson that involved using his favorite sort of dark magick, transmogrification.

A tense sort of silence fell between the two as Ethan drove down the narrow, darkened streets. Not too many people were out at this time of night, which made it the perfect time for bad deeds and drinking, lots of drinking. But first they had a job to do.

Ripper was still tense about how his lighter was rattling underneath the driver's seat, mostly because he knew he couldn't get to it at the moment. Instead he lounged back into the leather of the car and tried to keep his face free from showing agitation. Whatever they had planned tonight he was sure Ethan had some idea of what he was doing. The man was skilled in the dark magicks, and now he too was beginning to learn what it was like to wield a supernatural force. It was better than being a sitting duck at Oxford, just 'waiting' to become some watcher. No, he was sure this was exactly where he was suppose to be.

"I hope you're not scheming anything over there, you look rather troubled about it." Ethan cheekily pointed out the furrowed expression Ripper had been trying to conceal. Before Ripper had a chance to respond they pulled up along side what looked like an empty warehouse. However voices could be heard from the inside, loud voices. People were shouting, or was it...screaming?

"Now, do try and pay attention."