Re: Dallas/Ronan
No, but if it works, it works, doesn't it? [She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, but otherwise her gaze remains stubbornly on the road. NYC traffic can be a bitch and not watching where she's going is going to end with this beautiful beast of a car gnarled and warped like the knuckles of old people.
As for the man behind them that's still cursing, well, she sticks her hand up, middle finger pointed to heaven. Any words he has to say after that are lost in the wind as the car rockets forward like she'd given it a shot of NOS. God, she loves fast cars.]
You tell me where you wanna go. Thought it'd be a good idea to get you out of where ever the fuck you were. [No thoughts about where, just taking the car and enjoying the thigh-thick kiss of rubber to road.]