As Søren had expected it took very little time for Parker to manipulate the large van known as Jill through the streets and traffic to Lucy's position upon 22nd and Main. Though mind you this time passage still allowed for quite a bit of thinking for The Harbingers' bassist. In fact in fact the synapses in his brain fired at rapid speeds, debating a topic of vast importance. What, you may ask, was this important topic? Obviously the thoughts rushing through his head were of ways to make things more awkward for both Parker and Lucy. For you see Søren's favorite hobbies consist mainly of the following of which only the first has a specific ranking, hence its first-ness, and the rest often oscillated positions. Music in general (namely playing the ever beautiful Nete) was locked in position one, then there is hanging out with The Harbingers, making puns, making things awkward between Parker and Lucy, making puns involving Parker and Lucy, and finally watching the oh so amusingly tense interactions between, yep that's right, Parker and Lucy. Therefore, one could easily understand Søren's vast amount of thought being put in to his plans, as he and Parker pulled up near Lucy.

As they pulled up, a sense of pride filled Søren from head to toe. Parker had shouted at the, top of his lungs free candy, while driving what one could call a rather conspicuous van. This of course the cause of Søren's sudden feelings of pride, he knew he had good taste in friends. Then to top it off he had the treat of watching Lucy reply. Reply in fact in such a way that he was certain if it had lacked the added touch of the dainty finger flutter would have been much less amusing.

Then as Parker proceeded to make room in the van Søren of course continued to sit back in his seat. He gladly let Parker go about his reorganization, Søren himself was too busy observing Lucy and Parker, to actually assist. 

As his pink-haired acquaintance commented unto both him and his man-servant, on their speedy arrival Søren noticed Lucy's face began to take on attributes of her vivid hair, as she stared at Parker and his efforts at rearranging the kit in the back. Of course at this point his brain began to cook up something to say, only to be interrupted by Parker questioning him on his (Parker's) own actions. Grinning in what can only be described as a predatory like manner he responded, "Oh, but then how would have you been able to display your strength and caring to Lucy here?" Pausing for a moment Søren moved his gaze towards Lucy. "And of course who would Luce here have stared at as they strained to move all that heavy percussion equipment? Certainly not me, right?"

His moment of instigation done Søren, waited for the two to get in and for them to be on their way. After all now that he had something to catch one another's attention, this ride would definitely be awkward enough. Though for a moment Søren did debate the idea that he may be a horrible friend, only for a moment though as both Parker and Lucy clambered into Jill. Only giving it one last thought, that Parker had probably been hoping that his presence would make things easier. That is before he banished it from his mind, after all Parker knew better than to expect that.

After all of that it was a rather uneventful ride to Revelations, well other than the delicious tension filled air. As they pulled up Søren was perplexed, but pleased to see Matt there already. Jumping from his seat he collided with the ground, which was immediately followed by an about face as he turned to fetch his precious precious bass from the bowels of the van (aka from behind his seat). With his guitar now in possession Søren himself was ready, now if only Parker's kit could magically teleport from the van to the studio room. Alas, it could not and since this week's studio time was important Søren was going to unhappily assist. However before which he felt the need to clarify. Turning to face Parker and Matt he spoke the words none of them expected to hear, "I," he sighed, "I shall help with the kit today, but only today." Søren's face by this point had managed to warp into one of regret, sickness, and rage; he hated helping get the drum kit out. Hell the end of the world seemed better.