Yes

Ernest hesitated, but only for a moment. As odd as this situation was, he had no desire to stand outside in a thunderstorm. Tiffany leaned over and opened the passenger door, and Ernest jumped inside. Only a few seconds later, the rain began to fall heavily, big drops splashing on the windshield of Tiffany's Corvette.

Tiff shook her head, "You're a piece of work, Ernest. Lucky for you I noticed you'd left. Anyway, where am I going?"

Ernest was racking his brain, trying to remember if the conversation Tiff was referencing had actually happened. She'd used his name, so she hadn't somehow confused him with someone else. He'd said hi to her at the party, but for the life of him, he couldn't recall having said anything beyond standard greetings and small talk about classes. What was he forgetting?

"Home, I guess."

Tiff rolled her eyes so hard that her irises threatened to disappear entirely, "No shit, Sherlock. But it's not like I've ever been to your house. Dude, how much beer did you have before you left?"

"None," he said ruefully. It was the truth -- he hadn't wanted to do anything he'd regret, and he wasn't much of a drinker anyway, "I guess I'm just out of it tonight. Anyway, 389 Highland Avenue -- just take Regent around to the other side of the park, and it's the second left."

Jess had just hurried into the living room when she heard Ernest's voice in her head:

"Wish I'd gotten a ride home."

Again, a rush of pleasure radiated outward from her clit, and it was only by biting her lip that she was able to stifle a moan. If this was going to happen every time Ernest made a wish, it was going to be a long... however long it took her to find him and convince him to give her back the ring.

She straightened up, and then looked around the living room, "Anyone here seen Master?"

Jess winced when the words left her mouth, but just like with Tiffany, no one seemed to notice the odd phrasing.

"He like, left early or something. Tiff had promised him a ride home, so I think she just left to see if she could catch him," Samantha, an athletic redhead who was also on the cheer squad, said as she shrugged her shoulders, "No idea why he'd leave when he already had a ride, but I dunno how much I'd trust him to make smart decisions on things that aren't school."

As if to drive that point home, a thunderclap rang out. There was a rush of noise as the party-goers who had been outside thronged back into the house.

"Thanks," Jess mumbled, and stepped back into the hallway. None of this made any sense at all. She'd just talked to Tiffany, and her friend not only had very clearly declared her intention to play beer pong, but hadn't seemed at all concerned about Ernest's whereabouts. The only idea she could come up with was that Ernest's wish for a ride had somehow retroactively changed the past, making it so that Tiff had promised to drive him home.

And if that were true, then the ring was even more powerful than Jess had feared. It was even more urgent for her to get it back.

The neighborhood on the other side of the park wasn't a bad one by any means, but it was noticeably less ritzy than Jessica's. There was an awkward silence in the car as Tiffany navigated through the streets.

"This is a really nice car," Ernest said, trying to make the experience a little less uncomfortable.

"Yeah," Tiffany replied. "I'd wanted one since I was in middle school, so dad got it for me for my sweet sixteen. It was supposed to be a surprise, but it wasn't that hard to figure out -- acting like I didn't know it was coming was the hard part."

Ernest tried to imagine a world in which his dad would buy him a Corvette for his birthday, but -- even disregarding the fact that his dad had left the family years ago, and Ernest rarely heard from him aside from cards at major holidays -- it remained almost impossible for him to picture. He gave a small, rueful laugh, "That's pretty awesome. Wish I had one."

Tiff pulled to a stop in front of Ernest's house, "What, a cool dad? 'Cuz if you're talking about the car, then that's even stupider than the rest of the stuff you've been saying."

She gestured towards the driveway, "Dunno why you didn't bother to drive the thing to Jess's in the first place. I wish yours was at least a different color, so I didn't keep getting them confused in the school parking lot."

Ernest looked at the driveway too, and he felt a sudden chill. A black Corvette, the exact same year and options as Tiffany's, was parked there. It was utterly identical to the vehicle in which he was sitting, except for the license plate, which read REDMOND1. Somehow, he managed to keep some semblance of calm as he got out of Tiff's car.

"Thanks for the ride," he managed.

"Sure. I'd love to stay and talk, but I gotta get back to the party. Later."

She turned around, and then drove away, leaving an utterly baffled Ernest staring at the unfamiliar Corvette in his driveway.