[This time there's no argument - possibly owing to that barely-there gesture of approval on her part: Rhys slides over in a hasty retreat, squeezing himself against the door frame and pawing around for a buckle or a sash or even some old rope set up as a makeshift seatbelt.
Leave it to this crowd to decide that notion's completely overrated.]
Here's hoping you drive better than you st-- [And that's the only mild bit of criticism Rhys manages to let out before a shotgun blast kicks in the passenger's side window, prompting one very unattractive shriek before he's melting down against the cushions to try and obscure himself from whoever's taking potshots with a surprising amount of efficiency.]
Never mind, I take it back I don't care just hit the gas pedal--!!
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Leave it to this crowd to decide that notion's completely overrated.]
Here's hoping you drive better than you st-- [And that's the only mild bit of criticism Rhys manages to let out before a shotgun blast kicks in the passenger's side window, prompting one very unattractive shriek before he's melting down against the cushions to try and obscure himself from whoever's taking potshots with a surprising amount of efficiency.]
Never mind, I take it back I don't care just hit the gas pedal--!!