"Balloons. Want one?" John Hart said, opening the glove box again and pulling out a strip of condoms in dark blue wrappers. He tried not to smile as he pull one package off after the other and flicked them at Jack while he drove. "And some kind of manual, parking tickets... about it. Least we got a door prize. I could blow one up and twist you a poodle."
His face lit up when he finally did smile and he bit down on his bottom lip, then turned his head to look out the window.
"Can we have another knock down drag out when we get there? Keep them on their toes? Feel cheated with those bouncer types trying to intercede on my good time."