Brigid fumbled around in her seat, struggling to get comfortable. The last person to ride shotgun in this car must have been pretty tall, since she had to scoot the seat forward quite a bit to match her height. It didn't help that her tremendously wide hips made it difficult to squeeze into the confined space. But the worst part of it had to be the seatbelt; No matter what she did she just never could get it to fit comfortably. Fitting it between her cleavage was no good, draping it across dug in too uncomfortably and she couldn't get it to go high lest it choke her in a sudden stop. Eventually she had to settle for underneath, though it did wrap around her rib cage a little tightly. She sighed a little, they really didn't design the car for Breeders.

"Comfortable?" Owen asked as he adjusted the mirrors.

"About as much as I can be." Brigid said with a slight eye roll. "I'm just glad the theater is so close."

"Oh, we're not going to the AMC." Owen corrected, finishing off his preparations. "I'm taking you...somewhere else."

"Somewhere else? Where?" Brigid asked in confusion. Was he taking her to an indie movie or something?

"That would ruin the surprise." He replied with a grin as he started up the engine. Shifting into reverse, he started to back out of the driveway. "Don't worry though; It's not too far, and there's nobody on the road this time of day anyways."

"Alright Daddy..." Brigid continued, plugging her phone into the charger. "Mind if I put on some music though?"

"If you like." Brigid scrolled through her playlists, trying to pick out the most fitting. Something they both liked would be good. Eventually she settled on symphonic power metal, giggling softly in remembrance: Her father had always had a passion for it, she remembered him humming Nightwish and Sonata Arctica to himself as far back as she could remember. She had to admit, he'd had a big influence on her tastes thanks to that. Maybe something a little slower from the genre, a nice power ballad. Yeah, that would work. Setting the playlist to shuffle, she picked out the first romantic song she could find, something that fit the mood she had at the moment. After a quick scroll she noticed one right in the corner. It wasn't quite the perfect love song, but... Daddy would still love to hear it. Without a second thought she hit the play button. Just as the first notes were enough to stop Owen's driving dead in its tracks. Luckily, they were still in the driveway.