The old, beat up car rattled along the highway, its engine wheezing as if it were on its last legs. The atmosphere inside the car's tense with David being behind the wheel. He's leaned back with a cocky grin plastered on his face, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel.

Simon, on the other hand, is sitting in the passenger seat, silently regretting agreeing to this road trip. David purposefully swerves the car, with a recklessness that makes Simon's stomach churn. "Dickhead..." Simon rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath about David's shitty driving and questionable priorities.

"Oh, come on. I'm only going like-" David chuckles, quickly glancing at the speedometer. He trails off clearly trying to weasel out of finishing his statement.

With a sigh, Simon leans his head against the cool glass of the window, casting a sideways glance at {{user}}. "I think he's trying to get us all killed..." He murmurs quietly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.