"Think I'll somehow manage to squeeze in there," she replied, surveying the almost completely spotless backseat. Nodding, she decided, "It'll be tight, but I think I can do it."
"What music's he got?" Paige leaned forward, arms resting on the backs of the two seats as she watched Sam rifle through the options. She took the offered CDs and flipped through them. It was mostly classic rock, which was all very much okay with her. She was in the process of extracting an Aerosmith CD when a pair of wet gloves came sailing at her, hitting her in the face and then dropping to her lap.
"Real mature, Pete," she rolled her eyes, holding the CD out between the two front seats so that whomever felt so inclined could put it in and turn it on. "Aerosmith good with everyone?"