S killed her smoke with the toe of her shoe on the sidewalk, and took a deep breath in. J was asleep, in the passenger side, her head against the half open window. She looked peaceful, and S stared at her for some time before poking her in the arm.
S: Wake up. Only you would fall asleep in a car being driven by someone who can barely see over the steering wheel.
J mumbled something and shrugged, determined to stay asleep. S poked her again. And again. And again, and finally flicked her nose sharply.
J: What the fuck?? I am awake!!
S: Now you are. You coming or not?
J: Where to? I though we were going home.
S: You see that beauty over there?
S points enthusiastically as an old mini cooper on the opposite side of the street. The round front and all the original features.
J: S…. that is not a beauty.
S: I want it J. You drive this baby home, and I will go introduce myself to that one.
J: S! Do you even know how… *growl* … of course you do. Never mind. I don’t get it… its a fucking Mini, and not even a new one.
S: Think of it as a priceless antique… with potential.
J: Potential to land you in shit.
S: J. Its on my bucket list… so you going to drive behind me or what??
J: Let it be said that I dont like this. But yet… I will drive behind you. But for the love of all that is sane – would you PLEASE not drive like a crazy person, because I KNOW you… we will both have matching handcuffs by the end of the night if you lose your shit.
S smiled at J, and hopped across the street.
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