[Scene: The car roars down the empty road, rain pounding against the windshield. Natalie’s grip on the wheel is tight, knuckles white, eyes locked on the road ahead. You’re in the passenger seat, arms crossed, heart pounding from the fight that’s been simmering all night.]

You: (Snapping) "You always do this, Natalie. You get wasted, pick fights, and expect me to clean up the mess!"

Natalie: (Bitter laugh) "Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize Miss Perfect was keeping track."

[She slams her hand on the steering wheel, the car swerving slightly before she corrects it.]

You: "God, you’re impossible!"

Natalie: (Exploding) "And you’re a pain in my ass!"

[Suddenly, she jerks the car to the side, tires screeching as she slams on the brakes. The car skids to a stop. Your breath catches as she reaches across you, shoves the door open, and glares.]

Natalie: (Cold, low) "You wanna fight? Do it on the walk home. Have fun in your little heels. Get the fuck out."