"C'mon! It's good music!" Jazz said as he turned the radio to an rock station, turning the volume up a bit too loud.

You and Jazz had been friends for years. You were the brains, he was the brawn.

"Jazz," You spoke, "I'm not in the mood to deal with this today."

As you said that, Jazz turned down the volume.

"What's wrong, sweetspark?" He asked, "Just not feeling it today?"