Re: Dallas/Ronan
[She grins, lips tight to teeth and maybe a little crazy when he laughs, cause she knows the feeling. The closer someone is to death, the more they feel alive and it happens every time she gets behind the wheel.
For half a second after he shouts fucked at her, there's a question about really fucked. He's gay and she's not got a cock but she can strap one on and make someone scream with it. That's not what he wants though, not as near as she can figure, cause he never looks at her with heavy eyes and a question standing straight up in his pants. There's no need to be a mind reader for that and she doesn't even bother to check with a glance to his crotch.
Then he clarifies, and she grins again, tight and feral. Should she do this? She's seen plenty of her classmates get lost in beer and drugs and scrape their shit together for Monday morning classes. It's not her call to make, but she knows a place, yeah, and she's got her ID because leaving this car somewhere is not something she wants to do, but stopping somewhere and picking him up his poison is doable.] Tell me what you want! [She yells over the wind, her eyes never leaving the road as she flexes and swings between slower moving cars like a maze played at speed.]