"I do my bes', cherie," he said with a sarcastic drawl, rolling his eyes as they reached the platform to board. They flashed their wristbands, which were the type that enabled all-you-could-ride passage, and then were led to one of the cars and buckled in, the safety harness a little snug over Beau's broad shoulders.
"Be ironic," he noted, glancing at the quick construction scaffolding behind the ride, "if we done tangled wit' what we done, an' die on dis ride when a screw pop out."