Tate smirked back at Violet, before saying, "Well I kind of feel like a dirty ho bag now. Going your way might cost you fifty bucks."
He pulled on the doorhandle to get in on the passenger side, giving his mom a day-glo death glare as he got in. Once he shut the door, he rolled his eyes so they looked like they were in immediate danger of getting stuck in the permanently upright rolled position, and grumbled under his breath, "Better slam your foot down on the gas, before she comes out here and grills you with embarrassing shit that I don't want to even think about."
Because, knowing his mom and her southern tendencies, she'd start checking Violet out to see if she had good birthin' hips. Ugh.