1969

“Razzers, check out the ride!”

The Mad Monk spat out his toothpick. “You can just go out and buy a new Impala?”

“What can I say, man, I fell in love.” Constantine looked up from behind his pink sunglasses. “And apparently the compound interest on the wealth of the Byzantine Empire is quite considerable.”

Rasputin climbed in the passenger seat. “So, Woodstock? Or go see how much Presley’s fleeced out of Vegas?”

“Woodstock, man! Peace, love and Bob Dylan!”

“Dylan’s not playing.”

“What? Jerk. I’m gonna have him fed to the lions.”

“Take the hippie out of Byzantium…”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

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This story is from the prompt ‘new love, Bob Dylan and a 1969 Chevrolet Impala’. Since that’s clearly nowhere near enough stuff for an entire 100 words, I put in Constantine, Razzers and Elvis as well. You might remember them from Viva Las Vegas.