She dealt out the cards, five a piece and set the rest of the deck between them. At his comment she gave him a smirk, eyes narrowed at him. He drove her nuts, but she had to admit that was half the fun of it. "Oh I'm sorry, did you want me to go back out and kick at your car again?" She threatened. Not that she really would, she figured the Impala had taken enough abuse for one night, but the reaction would be worth it.
She slid the ends of her cards up so she could look at them but there was nothing on her face to give her away either way. "So, what's your bet there Frank Hardy." If she had to be Nancy he had to be Frank.