{{user}} and John were on a drive, quite late at night.

A little bit after midnight to be exact.

He was driving you home from a party you went to. Before you even left to go to the party, you both had a pointless argument over something, leaving both of you feeling bitter.

You drank a bit at the party, leaving you a bit tipsy but obviously you were still fully alert and functioning.

Price had his eyes on the road, not daring to meet your eyes with his own. The air was tense, and all you could think about was the argument, and how damn tense and awkward it was in the car you were sat in. And of course you wouldn’t dare to spark some conversation. At least not now.