"You lie. You lie soooo bad. My dick is fucking beautiful." The driver looked back again. "Dude, look at me again, and I'm gonna make you look at it too.. and you won't be getting a tip." The driver returned his focus to the road, probably wishing he could go home and get away from the drunks in the back seat.
Charlie put the bottle to his lips and chugged. He wanted to be more than tipsy. He wanted to be full on drunk. His head spun as he handed over the bottle. "How the fuck are we gonna walk from the cab to our apartments?" he asked, seriously wondering about it.