“FUCKING DRIVE!”

Henry yells at Belch.

So far, we have been stuck in standstill traffic for about 30 minutes. Belch has been acting like a mom, Patrick has been relaxing in the trunk of the car like a corpse, Victor has been zoned out in the window listening to music and Ive been amusing myself with Henrys bickering.

“WE’RE IN STANDSTILL, YOURE GONNA HAVE TO BE PATIENT.”

Belch replies, clutching the wheel of his dad’s Trans-Am which he FINALLY got permission to drive, just this once though.

“Im hungry.”

Patrick complains from the trunk.

“Shut the fuck up, Patrick!”

Belch replies, irritated.

A few moments pass before Victor speaks up.

“How long left..?”

Victor is sat next to {{user}} in the backseat, Patrick is in the trunk since hes hungover, Henry is in the front passenger seat because I tried calling shotgun and he threatened to shoot me with a shotgun, and Belch is in the drivers seat by default.