@croccin-champagne
"You hit me first, I hit you back verbally. Since, y'know, I'm driving."
"You hit me first, I hit you back verbally. Since, y'know, I'm driving."
She rolled her eyes and picked a new song: Vegas Lights by P!ATD.
((checkin' it out rn
Damian took one hand off the wheel to dig around behind his seat for his bag.
(It's a good song – OMG WE NEED TO START A SONG CHAT OR SOMETHING! Or we could just do it between us. Whatever works.)
"What are you doing? I thought you didn't want to crash!"
"I have one hand on the wheel and my eyes on the road." He stated, frowning. Where is it?
"Two hands," she muttered.
"Fine, put one of your hands on the wheel." Ah ha! He pulled out his bag, setting it on his lap and unzipping it.
"What was so important for you to risk our lives for?" she asked, arching an eyebrow skeptically at the bag.
"This!" He pulled out a Polaroid camera, and handed it to her, before pulling out an old plastic water bottle with some strange and oddly colored liquid in it. "Thought that might be fun."
"Oh, yes!" she cried excitedly, stroking it gently. She aimed it at him. "Smile, dork!"
((that's what she said
He stuck his tongue out, grinning,
(XD)
She snapped the picture and laughed. "Nice."
"I know, I'm so good looking."
"Yeah, sure," she remarked with a smirk.
He gasped dramatically, making a pained face. "I can't believe this betrayal!!"
"Shut up, dork," she laughed.
"Oh, I'm the dork?"
"That's what I said." She flashed him a grin.
Damian shook his head and unscrewed the bottle with his teeth before taking a large drink. "Want some?"
"No thanks!" she said.
"Probably for the best. This was made by two a.m. me with the knowledge five a.m. me was gonna need it. I don't know what the fuck it is."
"Eeeew…" she moaned.
"It doesn't taste too bad."
"I'm not taking any chances," she remarked.
"Chicken." He stated, taking another swig.
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