Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Dallas/Ronan
[Ronan is thoroughly invested in keeping his eyes on the road, because he can't make any wild dodges to avoid death if he can't see it coming. But he can see the wide frenzy of her grin out of the corner of his eye as he holds tight to the centre console and winces at the sudden, wrenching pressure its molded, plastic edge pressing into his ribcage (maybe that seatbelt would have been a good idea). And the flashing of his pearly-white canines is the sign of glee that might just get lost amongst the clashing chaos, but he's willing to take that chance.
A moment to consider, and he's leaning in so that his lips are practically flush against the shape of Dallas' ear.] I've only ever gotten wasted on beer and vodka. Pick something more exciting for me?
[He leans back on his heels and looks up at her with wide, bright-shining eyes, like a goddamned puppy asking to be taught a new trick. But he trusts her to select a suitable spirit from the bodega on whichever corner they pull up to, and he hopes that she'll trust him to keep the car from getting stolen or stealing it himself. Like he's going to go driving off on the stupid side of the road, anyway.]