"I'm fine," Rodeo grunted stiffly, knuckles white with the tension of his grip on the door and center console. His jaw was clenched tightly, and he was staring straight ahead both to avoid looking over the edge of the road and to make sure they didn't drive straight off of a cliff. "And these ain't hills, this is fuckin'-- Mount Everest."
"I always piss you off," Rodeo grumbled, a bit sorely. He wasn't sure there was ever a time when Charlie seemed to enjoy his company-- except for when she was exceptionally drunk. "Hey... ain't we goin' too high? Ain't the oxygen gonna run out soon?" Rodeo started to feel more panicked by the second, certain he felt the air growing thin. "We're gonna die up here," he said, with absolute certainty.